Wheeks & her husband moved to Myanmar (Burma) this year. Yesterday she posted the following on her blog. It's beautiful. Please read it all. Miss you Wheeks xo
My journal entry from the night we arrived in Myanmar.
It was very sad to say goodbye to Mom and Dad, especially under the circumstances, as it had been quite a chaotic check-in at the airport. We looked like the Clampetts, with our duct-taped luggage and our giant orange bins. We were told that it wasn’t definite that Myanmar would let us into the country since we didn’t have a visa beforehand, and the airlines didn’t want to shoulder the responsibility if we got stuck in LA, or Tokyo, or Singapore, or Myanmar. So, we officially signed off on our rights for any compensation if that occurred, and after a little finagling, a little arm-tugging, and a LOT of duct-taping, we were on our way to security.
It was a quick goodbye, which was merciful. Joe made jokes and I think he was a little misty-eyed, though I couldn’t tell for sure under my torrential tears. My parents stood at the end of security for a minute or two and we waved. I gave “I love you” fingers, but I think they were too far away to recognize them. I turned just a bit to turn the corner of the security line, and when I turned back, they had their backs turned and were walking away. I watched them the whole way, as my mom turned to my dad and he comforted her with an arm around the back, and as they stoically walked to their emptier car, home, life.
Read the rest at their blog: Song of the Open Road
5 loving comments of adoration:
Wheeks sounds amazing. Love her name :)
Beeks, I was reminiscing with Joe about some of our adventures. They included: dressing up as Jen, eating Oreo shakes, chiding you for being the most meat-eating vegetarian ever, getting hit in the car by a kid who just got his permit that morning, gaining the freshman fifteen (oh wait, that was just me), you lending me your hair straightener so that my hair was shiny for the first time in my life, making fun of our wing (remember 5:01 dinners?), sneaking into two-and-a-half movies (for the price of a half), and being all around lame/wonderful.
In addition, do you remember such delights as: being apostates for not loving the "brother wing" (oh brother), thinking Conner was the PA, my broken arm story (I still get a lot of mileage out of that one), and making fun of your accent?
Probably not. You were too busy making plans to leave me in my darkest hour. Not that I'm bitter that you transferred -- and then came back (while I was abroad in Kenya, that is) -- and then transferred again right before I got back, missing me by just days.
No, I've gotten over it. Just like you've forgiven me for freaking out when we couldn't find the movie theatre where we saw Million Dollar Baby (thanks for leaving that part out of your post), eating all of the candy you ever had in your dorm room, and leaving you to the wolves when I left for Kenya.
Did I ever tell you that your former roomie actually sent back my dad's sweatshirt last year??
Love,
Whitney
Oh whit... I'm dying.
-dressing up as Jen HAHA
- YES the broken arm story!
-hahahah I forgot about the movie-time freak-out! in your defense, it does suck when you can't see out of one eye
she did NOT return the sweatshirt!
amazing
xoxo
She DOES have the best name ever.
And I LOVE that she outed you as the "most meat-eating vegetarian eve." She's good people.
Want some chicken nuggets???
you have no idea how much I love chicken nuggets. chick fil-a will be the death of me. if i can ever figure out how to spell it.
i ALSO just realized that Lauren posted above Whitney- which is GREAT.... b/c Lauren is my first Mormon friend. And Whitney was my first friend who had Mormon friends. YAY!!!!!!!!!!
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