A university car picked us up from Spring's apartment early in the evening on August 12th. It was a large van with plenty of space for our stuff, and for each of us to sit comfortably with a seatbelt. I had saved a small surprise toy for each of the children to keep them happy and busy on the drive there.
We must've followed this red car for quite some time (because it was in several of my pictures as we drove to the airport). OR, maybe they were following us! Dun-dun-duuuuuuuuun!!! Perhaps Russia was spying and just making sure we were truly leaving the country.
The drive was long and traffic was bad, but we finally made it to the airport. Whoo-hoo!
Not surprising, the check-in line was eternally long! Jon was a gentleman and let me sit down with the children while he waited in line. Kate, James, and Bruce would run back-and-forth to be with Daddy for a time. (Kate is dramatically showing off all of our luggage.)
As the airplane took off, poor Kate looked out of the airplane window a little forlornly, feeling sentimental about leaving Moscow. She really grew a lot during our three years there and, I think, felt empowered by the many challenges that she overcame. She felt the sting of leaving more than any of us. Honestly, I didn't really look back. (I know Kate, James, and Bruce hope to return some day. Maybe we will. You never know where life will take you.)
I do know that I was ready for this new adventure that we were beginning as a family! I am ready to face our joys and struggles here.
I have so much *hope* for our lives here in Astana, Kazakhstan!