But my dear husband does -- he's back in Yerevan for 10 days on a short-term assignment. And here's the strange thing: I envy him.
We didn't have an easy time in Yerevan. Lots of things went wrong and at times, it seemed as if the forces of the universe had conspired against us. Not dramatically so, more in a slow, grinding kind of way.
You know. Miscarriage. Exploding radiators. Flat tires by the dozen. Broken water pipe. Broken car. Toddler with chronic diarrhea and no adequate health care. Packages stuck in customs hell for weeks. Less than stellar schools. Things like that. It just seemed as if every little daily errand required that much more effort than elsewhere.
But we also had really nice times, and it's a good thing that in hindsight, those times prevail in our memory. Doug wrote me this morning how he can see Ararat from his hotel room window, and I wistfully recalled the many different vistas I had stored in my mind. The view of Ararat from our bedroom window, half cut off by the Mafia type's house in front of us. The view from the Cascades, the mountain towering over the city. The view from the QSI school, from my friend B.'s window, coming back from dropping Alan off at the bus stop, from Khor Virap... if you need only one reason to go and visit Armenia, this would be the one. I really, really miss Ararat.
We're having a nice, comfortable time here. Things are very easy. We speak the language, we have connections that make things go smoothly when the heating stops working or when we have a tire problem. When I look out the window now, I see either the local school (and my son's classroom), or I see the hills of the Rhön around me. It's a nice view but nothing compared to the stunning Mount Ararat.
And I realize that I will long to see Ararat outside my window for the rest of my life.