It’s time. Time for my third international move in 3 years. Time to sort through all my personal belongings and see if I can remember what’s in storage, what’s in my dad’s basement, and what needs to go in my suitcase. Time to mentally prepare for a 9+ hour flight with an almost one-year old. Which means it might also be time for me to start experimenting with children’s Benadryl and exploring the legal ramifications of child abandonment in open air space. I feel like there might be some helpful loopholes there.
But most of all it’s time to say goodbye. And that, my friends, is the absolute worst part. I hate it. I actually hate big life changes in general. I cling to the familiar routine, grasp desperately for the comforts of home. But at the same time, I know deep down I have to change, I have to go. And once I power my way through the stress and upheaval and deep, nostalgia-tinted sadness, I’ll be fine. In fact, I’ll come out on the other side relatively unscathed and probably even happy. Because while I hate the prospect and process of change, I really do enjoy the end results. I get to see the world with Husband and the Babe, after all. And if I’m really lucky, I’ll get some very stern Austrian nurses yelling at me to pooooosh in a few months. It’s hard to not get excited about that!
I just wish I could wrap all my friends and family and maybe a few of the really nice Whole Foods cashiers in bubble wrap and have them expedited to Vienna immediately. But since I can’t, I’m doing my best to see everyone and say goodbye and remain positive about the amount of schnitzel in my future. To help, added one very important saying to my limited repertoire: auf wiedersehen. That means “goodbye.” For pronunciation, channel your best Heidi Klum and pretend like you just kicked someone off the runway. At least that’s what I’m going to do.
So, until next time dear readers…when I’ll be writing from the other side of the Atlantic again! And I’ll have a lot more material to work with. Namely, all the comedy that comes with cultural faux pas and baby induced sleep deprivation. See you soon!