Heading for home

Since I’ve been making reference to traveling with my family recently, it probably bears some kind of concluding post to draw the subject to a close.  I made allusion to having hopeful reasons for our travel, and sadly sometimes hopes don’t come to fruition.  Such is the case with us, and we are headed home.

I’m not really the kind of person who barfs a lot of personal detail in forums such as this, and frankly this isn’t that kind of blog.  Suffice it to say that we are disappointed, but generally okay.  I’ll get back to posting regularly rather sooner than expected, in keeping with resuming life as normally lived.  Thanks to those of you who expressed kind words of support, and thanks to the community in general for providing a diversion during somewhat stressful times.

Russell Saunders

Russell Saunders is the ridiculously flimsy pseudonym of a pediatrician in New England. He has a husband, three sons, daughter, cat and dog, though not in that order. He enjoys reading, running and cooking. He can be contacted at blindeddoc using his Gmail account. Twitter types can follow him @russellsaunder1.


  1. I’m sorry that things didn’t work out, and I hope that whatever it is, you can find some consolation. I wish you the best of luck and although I wish it were under happier circumstances, I look forward to reading your new posts.

  2. Hey, RS. I’m sorry to hear that it didn’t work out for you guys. I was sure I had it guessed, but since that guess seemed like such a slam dunk for you two I probably got it wrong. I hope you keep your spirits high, whatever.

    Still, if I may be selfish:

    Whenever a door closes, another one opens to a hot, arid, kitsch-filled desert called Vegas.

    • Not sure what your guess was Tod (though I’d be perfectly willing to share details with you via e-mail), but unfortunately what we were hoping for always involves a degree of risk.

  3. Aw, man, I was pulling for you.

    Welcome home, for when you get there, though. Always nice to be home.

  4. There’s only one redeeming aspect to disappointment: at least you won’t be tormented by the memory of having never tried. Great disappointments form the landmarks of our lives.

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