It's very hard to believe we're down to less than a week left. The snow is mostly melting away, but there are still big stretches of snow here and there between the BIA and school, and lots left on the beach and in the village. The river is fully open and running, and in the lower areas giant puddles of snowmelt have formed, making us very glad we went ahead and bought those rubber boots back in the fall, not sure if we'd get much use out of them. We're wading through almost-knee-deep puddles just to get to school.
As B said below, we're all packed up and our apartment is rather barren and forlorn. We're down to just a few changes of clothes and working hard to get all our end-of-year stuff done before Friday afternoon.
The kids are definitely getting more antsy about us leaving. They ask me every day, "Where will you go? Why don't you stay here? Will you come back to visit?" I don't know how to make them understand that if there was one part of this whole experience I'd like to bring home with me, it's them.