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Time passes, activities wrap-up, and there continues a process of sorting, both material and psychological.
My calendar is compressed with events. This week:
dinner and interview with Colin & Merrian, the first in a series of videotaped interviews with couples who have spent their careers abroad working in humanitarian/aid projects;
videotaped conversation with Paul Seigel, a marine biologist with the World Wildlife Fund, who has spent decades working on marine issues in Africa;
dinner with friends and colleagues Santha & Gayathri Kumar, whose daughter, Mahima, was in my 6th grade class last year;
Tuesday dives to the wreck Tiwa and Seminol, two premiere sites along the Dakar coast, both deep dives, the first with Nitrox;
the end-of-year concert for grades 4-8 Tuesday evening in the gym.
Meanwhile, here at home, all of my belongings are being placed (the word implying care and strategy) into eight boxes and bags for shipping to San Jose, flying out in about two weeks.
In four weeks I'll arrive at Heathrow, then catch a taxi to my hotel in Bloomsbury, ten minutes from the British Museum. I'll arrive, set down my bags, take a breath and reflect: I am no longer in Africa. This is London.