With 8 weeks to go until departure, we are experiencing a lot of "lasts". Last night at dinner, we ate our last homemade pickle. The jar was the last of our downstairs pantry. We emptied the downstairs freezer a couple of months ago and have been living out of our upstairs freezer since then. It's been a long time since we've not had food stores in the house. It's a whole other way of living. We've stopped buying the two-for deals because we might not be able to eat them before we go. The pantry looks a little bare. Our grocery bill is cheaper, but we have to go more frequently. With much less space available to us in Vietnam, I like to think that we are getting a little practice in before we go.
And, I can see some new family language in the works. When I'm tried and low on patience, "I'm on my last pickle here, people". "Now, THAT is the last pickle!"
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