Sunday, May 31, 2009
They Came; They Packed; They Marked My Boxes in Turkish
And then they left! All in one day. It was incredible and stressful and bizarre. Amazing to see your whole material life packed and wrapped and crated and gone.
It took half the neighborhood to watch the kids and keep an eye on the many movers to make sure they didn't get too creative with their packing. (I tell you Vicki D is the woman you want on your side--she watches movers like a hawk!)
Ten doener and pommes later, I was standing in my empty, filthy house surrounded by an exhausted family.
Today we cleaned, and then I was standing in my empty, clean house surrounded by an exhausted family.
This last week here in Germany is proceeding in an amazing manner. I can't bear to tell you about it all right now, but I am taking pictures and making memories and crying left and right. I really can't bear to be in my empty house because it is like a giant ghost. Today I cried uncontrollably for three or four minutes with my head and half my torso deep in the belly of a kitchen cabinet I was cleaning. I just couldn't stop thinking about the hours I spent in that kitchen in the company of incredible friends. Sometimes we solved the problems of the world sitting around the kitchen table, sometimes we just solved the problems of the moment.
More soon, friends, more soon. We four are now sharing a hotel room, and tomorrow we retrieve the dogs from the kennel and it will be "we six" sharing a hotel room for two more nights.