It’s 7:50 a.m. I will call Lawrence, my Spanish teacher, in ten minutes to let him know I won’t be able to make my lesson in Northeast Portland this a.m. There’s too much left to do before I leave: people to visit, notes to write, rooms to clean, litterboxes to change, plants to water, walking shoes to find  . . . I could use a few more days, but even if I had them I know the last day would be just like this-full!  I am grateful for my very full and wonderful life, but sometimes I struggle to manage  all my lists. I look out my office window at the rolling hills and pine trees, the big Oregon sky and I try to take it in. I want to hold this feeling of peace and beauty and take some of it with me. Buenos Aires is a big, noisy and crowded city, I know I will love it but I will also miss this place.  My home, sweet home in Beavercreek: you’ll be soooo nice to come home to!