That’s right! Travis got word via email that he’s on the register. But wait, not just on the register, but on the register at position #1. Whoa! Of course, I told him he’s always been my #1, but I’m glad the State Department thinks so too. Now, I do need to mention that the register is dynamic, and so it is conceivable that some other smart person will jump ahead of him. But that isn’t what’s important; what’s important is that we will most definitely be getting an invitation to the March class in Washington, D.C. Which means we’ll be moving from the home our children were all born in, away from the majority of our family, to start a new life.
My head sometimes does this funny thing when I start pondering it all, almost like all the brain parts that have been making connections for the life I now lead are turning to mush and as yet there isn’t anything new forming. Our conversations have begun in earnest to revolve around the house (whether or not to sell it); the car (what do we do with the one that’s going to be illegal unless we drop a $1000 on it, but why would we do that when we would be selling it only 3 months later anyway); friends for the kids; will they still be able to dance, fence, etc.; what stuff do we take with us; what stuff do we need family here to take care of for us…… I’ll stop before your brains turn to mush.
I’ve begun reading “Raising Global Nomads” and will pick up “Third Culture Kids” with renewed vigor since I need all the help I can get being the mom my kids will need in our new adventurous lifestyle. I might still be in a state of shock over the whole thing– I’m hoping receiving the packet from State will help me cement some of the what if’s running around in my mind.
For now, I find that the most commonplace what if’s are really weird, like What if we get domestic help and that person doesn’t wash the veggies correctly and we all get really sick? or What if Nicky (the dog) doesn’t survive the plane ride or has to quarantined for a long time? (Honestly, that one is most troubling as it relates to our kids, since he is of course, most beloved by them). What if our baby starts to hate people because they always pinch her cheeks because she is just so darn cute?
The only fear I have is this fear of the great unknown, and really, our lives are about to be all about the great unknown and nothing but. And I will miss family. Especially being part of my nephews’ lives. That part is the hardest.
Wow. We’re moving. We’re moving our family overseas.