Goodbyes and good riddances
The day we've been waiting for is finally here!
The day we’ve been planning for since we left London in January is finally here.
Really, it’s a day we’ve been thinking of for years, since we first entertained the idea of joining the Foreign Service.
Andrew has finished his job training in Washington, D.C. Our nine-month stay is over and we’re now off to our first post in Bucharest, Romania!
We’ve spent the last couple weeks ending things—returning the car we leased, terminating our apartment lease and packing up the house.
The movers came last week. In preparation, we divided all our belongings into four categories: things to ship via air (limited to 450 pounds), things to ship the slow route via sea, high priority items to either mail or bring in a checked bag and things to give away or toss out.
This time around, the move itself felt easier. Most of our belongings are in storage in Belgium anyway. They were shipped there straight from London after our first pack out in January.
I feel a sort of indifference now for things I once cared more about. Household things like my kitchenware, wall décor or home accessories.
Months ago, I wrote how it seemed that in order to succeed in the Foreign Service, you had to be devoid of physical attachments—mementos, home accessories, items with sentimental value, etc.
I guess I’ve just come closer to reaching that point.
As I write this, I’m sitting on a plane with Andrew, my sister, our two doggos and bunny rabbit. We’re headed to Rome.
We’ll be spending a few days there to give the animals some time to rest and recuperate after a very long travel day.
Then we’ll take the final flight into Romania with all the critters early next week.
Hope you’re well. Stay tuned for an update on the journey!
Cheers,
Michelle
Full disclosure: I wrote this last week but am just sending it today. Keeping it short and sweet.
International moves are hard, yall! Thanks for following along.