The rolling stone gathers some moss

Last night was a new experience for our family. Ever since Jakob was born we've lived a nomadic existence. Utah, California, Wisconsin, Thailand, and now Hawaii. We've never lived in one place for very long - we were meant to wander. As such, our kids have become accustomed to making friends and then saying goodbye when it's time to roll their belongings up in a hankerchief at the end of a stick and head on down that lonesome highway.

But this time we met a family even slightly more transient than ourselves - a family here in Laie for only four months doing an internship at the university. Their kids have been Meg and Jake's best friends since we arrived here in Hawaii. Since we all arrived in TVA at the same time we've been acclimating together. Yesterday we experienced the strange sensation of saying good-bye to them as they headed back to the mainland. For once, we were left behind.

The Pecks were nice enough to come over and visit even though there was usually nowhere for them to sit.


Meg and her friend were in each other's live - same class at school, same class at primary, even the same Christmas choir.


Sure, you're losing your best friend - but that's no reason to block the TV.


Chalong was exhausted by the emotional outpouring.