Wednesday, April 6, 2016

To Sum It All Up, I Didn't Think I Was Going To Like It Here So Much

So.
The movers were here last week, packing, wrapping and loading all of our household goods onto a shipping container that will sail across the Atlantic Ocean and eventually make its way to Ohio.



These last days and weeks have brought high emotions, excitement and denial.  We've known for the last four and a half years that this day would come, it's just that, as I texted to a close friend in the US, I didn't think I was going to like it here so much.

I chatted one night with a friend who's been an expat for a long time, who hasn't lived in her home country for over 20 years.

"I'm starting to get emotional about this," I texted.

"Awwww...that's a good thing," she replied, "It means the time here was good.  Would be sad if it was a relief to go.  I've been through both - sad and relieved.  The latter isn't nice."

The days in which the moving company was here fluxed between moments of intensity and boredom, and many friends stopped by, creating a rush of goodbyes.  They brought coffee and lunch, had us over for home cooked dinners (as we were staying in a hotel at this point) and helped with menial tasks.  One dear friend even collected our wet laundry, took it home, dried, folded and returned it.
I may have sold our dryer just a tad too soon.
Houp-lĂ !
(That's French for Oops!)



Before all the moving started, we had a lovely farewell get together for Hannah and her friends.  She chose the theme: a dance party and her actual dance teacher (whom we adore) did hair, makeup and taught a choreographed number, performed for the parents at the end.  It was loud and chaotic and our girl danced and twirled and loved every second of it.



A friend made the cake, a suitcase complete with "stickers" of favorite places we frequent in and around Luxembourg.  The best part?  The airplane had our name on it.



In lieu of gifts, each friend brought a letter they'd written to Hannah and a photo of them together.  We pasted them all into a scrapbook and let me tell you: that scrapbook will be cherished for the rest of our lives.  I find myself getting a little teary reading the letters; knowing how much my little girl is loved by her friends (and mine) makes my heart feel so full.



Later that evening when everyone was gone and Hannah climbed into bed she prayed, "Dear Lord, please help my friends in Luxembourg to be okay without me and help our family to find lots of funny things to laugh about.  And Lord?  Can you please send me a friend when we get to America?"

Finley, on the other hand, just celebrated his third birthday and hasn't really a clue of what's happening.  I've been extra conscious lately to take notes and photos of things he might like to know about when he's older, little things about this little country where he was born.

Maternité Grande Duchesse Charlotte, the hospital where Finley was born


A lot of people have been asking specifics on where exactly we'll be going when we touch down in the US.  The answer is we bought a new (to us) house.

Except I haven't seen it yet.

I know.  I know.
Just after Christmas, when the kids and I returned to Luxembourg and Shawn had to stay in the US for work, he texted that he found THE ONE.
"It's perfect," he said.  "It's so us."
After nearly 16 years of marriage, one apartment and three houses, I fully and completely trust him.
If I'm being totally honest, the anticipation of this new home, one that Shawn picked on his own without any input, is rather exciting.


And so, as I write from this hotel room just a day before our flight back to America, I feel as if I'm sort of standing on the periphery; not quite in my Luxembourg life and not yet in my America life.  The chaos and flurry of last minute to-do items have settled, goodbyes have been said, hugs have been given and I'm able to catch my breath and take a good, hard look back at the last four and a half years.
It's nice to be able to do that while at the same time knowing where and to what we're going.
We're going back to where we came from.
And I'm ready.
Excited even, about a Midwest American life.




Not long after we'd arrived in Luxembourg, I received an anonymous comment here on the blog saying that I seem like a really boring person.  I chuckled, deleted it and never really thought about it until now as I'm scrolling through four and a half years of memories.

We've taken our daughter to the English countryside, the top of the Eiffel Tower and the London Eye.  We've skied the Alps, toured the Coliseum and eaten tapas on the streets of Barcelona.  We've wandered Europe in a camper van, learned to speak French (LOL) and taken the obligatory photo at the Leaning Tower or Pisa.
I've been interviewed on Luxembourgish television, we saw the Queen of England with our own eyes and I've had several of my photographs, pieces of writing and articles published.
We added a new baby to our family, I held my dad's had as he took his last breath and just ten months later lost my grandma. We traveled to the US and back more than 10 times.  We've tiptoed through the tulips in Holland, celebrated with locals at Luxembourgish festivals, shown our kids the birthplace of Democracy and hiked to the Parthenon in Athens.

We made friends.
Those friends became like family.
We learned to be foreigners, to adapt.
We changed our thinking, our perspectives and reassessed decisions, situations and relationships.

From this blog, Facebook and Instagram, being an expat can appear to be quite the life.  And it is, at times; don't get me wrong.  But there's a side to it that you don't always see.  There were days and weeks where homesickness and language barriers and cultural differences overwhelmed.  Days when I felt like I had it all figured out and days when being a foreigner knocked me down.  Weeks and months when post partum anxiety took over every bit of who I was and I was completely alone in a foreign country to pull myself through.

But we preservered, carried on and made a life here.
We took Luxembourg and made it our own.

And there's nothing boring about that.


4 comments:

  1. I haven't been a very faithful blog reader lately but I would never have called you boring! Welcome home to the States! Praying for a safe journey home and a wonderful new life for all of you here! *hugs* Heather

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  2. You are anything BUT boring. I can't believe you've been there for 4.5 years, how is that possible? And really, how long have I been reading your blog? The years have flown my friend. I look forward to your new adventures.

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  3. I just started reading your blog rather recently and have to say you do not seem boring at all! I'm also an Ohio girl (Sandusky area around Cedar Point) and have been in love with Luxembourg since I was in 6th grade social studies. Hope you have a safe journey back to Ohio!!

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  4. I found your sweet family as my husband has been interviewing for a job that would lead our family to Luxembourg (we have three little girls) ❤️ Thank you for sharing your life and faith and family as it has encouraged me in this new adventure!!

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