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down to the wire

Despite the team of movers that descended on our house to crate up our belongings for the overseas move, we’re still struggling to come to terms with our imminent departure. The mind’s inertia to change is remarkable.

clown under attack

The seemingly never-ending list of pre-departure preparations, both at work and at home, certainly played a part in our state of denial. The Embassy checkout is excruciatingly time-consuming and it’s difficult to make time for administrative tasks when work proceeds apace and one’s supervisors expect the same level of productivity. For example, D had to manage a multi-day VIP visit a couple of weeks ago and S has been busy planning a public outreach event that will take place just days before we depart.

Our friends kept asking if we had a last-minute bucket list of things to do in Kenya as we counted down our last days in Nairobi or whether we intended to squeeze in one last safari. Sad to say, we haven’t found the opportunity to even think up a list, let alone have time to cross anything off it. S did jot down our favorite restaurants and made dinner plans with our closest friends for every night after we packed up our kitchen so that we’d have to rely only sparingly on the meager welcome kit provided by the Embassy after our pack-out.

Jessie, Lacy, Kat

Last weekend our frisbee friends held a farewell party for us and another friend who leaves a couple of weeks after we do. As with many of the parties we’ve attended in the past two years, there was a bouncy castle, a face paint artist, and several clowns to entertain both the kids and the adults.

Jason and Harper

Because we still had more than a week left after the party, it too did not feel like a final farewell, even though that was notionally the idea. We’ve been seeing many of the same people after the party and we kept our cleats out of our packed belongings so that we could continue playing Ultimate until the very end.

attack of the tickle monster

Alas, that end is now so near that we can count down to our departure in days, or even hours, in lieu of weeks or months. Although the reality of our departure probably won’t fully sink in until we’re actually on the plane, we’ve put most of the pre-departure stress behind us and are really looking forward to home leave.

7 Comments Post a comment
  1. I have been there and know the pains of leaving a place which you make home. Bon voyage and happy moving. If its any consolation, all will be over soon.

    April 27, 2013
  2. I apologize I haven’t been able to keep up with many of the blogs that I follow. Where are you guys moving to? I hope you have an uneventful move and adjust relatively soon. We moved from FL to CO and it’s been about a year. I think I’m just starting to think of it as home.

    April 27, 2013
    • Our next posting is to Moldova, but we’ll be doing this every couple of years for the foreseeable future. Such is the nature of the Foreign Service lifestyle.

      April 27, 2013
      • Exciting to see all these countries and get to know the culture!

        May 1, 2013
  3. Good luck! Goodbyes are always hard, but the adventure ahead is beckoning! Enjoy Moldova. I’m sure good things await for you there, too.

    April 27, 2013

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