Our bags are packed, boxes are sent and the house is cleaned and keys returned. I would love to tell you that this last week in the hotel has been stress-free and we’ve just been playing at the pool and relaxing. I thought that’s what it would be, but truly getting rid of
everything almost everything you own and packing and repacking takes a lot of work! Up until today we’ve been doing work to close down accounts, sell our car, and so on. We’ve made like twenty to-do lists checking three or four times to make sure they are all checked off. The last thing we want to do is have a loose end to fix when we are overseas.
Incase you are curious we’ve whittled all our stuff down to this:
- 4 large suitcases
- 2 carry-ons
- 1 diaper bag
- 2 laptop bags
- 1 small travel bag for important docs.
- 2 car seats
- 1 umbrella stroller (I know that we could carry both kids and will in the airport, but the Riviera is hilly and the strollers there are apparently made from gold they cost so much)
Then we sent 12 small boxes mostly consisting of winter clothing that was too heavy for the suitcases and english books. Both S and V are voracious readers and we had a hard time parting with books. Toys no problem, but books oh my. And my fabric stash. I cut it in half and only sent the best of the best along.
When I was at the post office sending out all these boxes, which I did in two batches, both time the postal attendent questioned the things I was sending as they have to read the customs forms. Fabric scraps? Cookbooks? Blankets? It seems a bit silly when I think about it in retrospect but these were the few things left that I couldn’t part with and I knew wouldn’t get broken. Like the blankets I made for the girls, an apron my best friend made me when I first got married. I wanted the girls and I both to have things which would make us feel comfortable and homey.
Today is our last day in Tucson I am not sad to leave the place, only the people. It seems like you only see the true beauty in a place when you are about to leave it. I’ve been having a lot of thoughts like, “Why can’t I be happy here, we have so many lovely friends?” Then I remember why when one child or another falls on a cactus, or the bobcat walks through the backyard, or it’s 90 degrees in March. So I push aside any doubts and look to a bright future and all the things it will mean for us.
It feels a bit like being a reverse pilgrim, minus the religion part. Now I get to be the foreigner with an accent . I feel like I should play the Star Track opener with Mr. Spock. ”
“Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Her five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.”
Of course I don’t want to exaggerate and say I’m leaving the planet or anything, but I am moving to a place I have never been to, don’t speak the language and don’t know anyone. It might as well be very close! I am never one to regret the decisions I have made, so lets do this! I’m so glad I don’t have to say goodbye to you, only that I will see you on the other side of the pond.
Once we get situated in the hotel over there I will try to post some pictures so you all know we are doing fine and tell you the harrowing tale of taking two children on a 16 hour plane flight! Incase you need any tips I wrote a whole series about it here.
Much love and thank you for your encouragement!