Covering more of the map

So, our ‘international family’ continues to live up to the designation. Kevin (our son) passed through Turkey the other day on his way to his current location at a conference in Germany; meanwhile, his wife Mei-li — who got laid off from her job after her most recent pregnancy, and promptly landed another one — is in Singapore for something she didn’t specify.

It’s funny; I was nearly 50 years old before I ever set foot outside the U.S. — not even dips across the border into Mexico or Canada, both of which I’ve done since — while my children were both world travelers in their 20s. (My wife had done a mission trip to the Netherlands before we met, and made day-trips into Canada when she lived in Detroit with her mother; aside from that, her most extensive foreign visits came after we were married, most of them both of us together.)

She and I will probably wind up living outside the U.S. (China being the basic default, because that’s where out granddaughters are). We’ll be expats, living among expats and spending most of our time with our expat son and his Chinese family.

Maybe as soon as the end of the year.

Not yet, though. Not quite yet.