I’m writing this from the skies somewhere between Houston and LA (and posting in LA because I’m not on one of those super cool flights with wifi on board) and it’s about 8 pm (central time.) Since I’ve been neglecting the blogosphere lately (but for good reason! I promise!) let me catch you up.
On Monday (the 7th) the word came down that all the necessary work permit/visa blah-de-dah/medical clearances were APPROVED! That meant it was time to call the movers and schedule the date, get quotes for vehicle-selling, and uh, pack up EVERYTHNG. [Um, also, not to overshare, but within the same few hours we found out it was go-time, I found out I needed a biopsy. YEAH. All the results have since come back and I’m totally fine, but HOLY CRAP.]
So basically since last Monday I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
[ps, I realize I’ve carefully neglected all the specifics of exactly how/why/with whom I’m ending up a resident of one of the most random countries ever, but bear with me. I’ll explain it all in good time. I promise it’s one hell of a story.]
So! Since the last seven days have been such a blur that I’m still processing them, I present you with a super-fancy list of what I’ve been doing, because, seriously, I don’t possess the capacity to be eloquent at the moment.
In the past seven days I have:
Found out I needed biopsy.
Found out I was moving like, SOON.
Fretted for hours and CRIED. Obviously.
Did an endless amount of shopping for things like lotion, shampoo, various toiletries (who KNOWS what will be available there. Seriously.)
Got vehicles detailed for maximum buyback quotes (or so we thought.)
Got more vaccinations.
Spent a Wednesday evening decompressing and drinking wine with a new friend I’m only sorry I didn’t meet sooner.
Got a vehicle quote and was disappointed.
Finally started packing.
Apparently had attitude about it.
Got another vehicle quote and was even more disappointed. (My car wasn’t paid off and the loan, as it turns out, was upside down. Wah wah wahhhhhh.)
Actually got kind of serious about packing.
Had the movers show up and REALLY had to get serious about packing.
Ate some [old, apparently] cottage cheese out of the fridge in an effort to not be wasteful.
Stuffed my suitcases so full Mr. Engineer scolded me and said he’d be repacking them later.
Cancelled all sorts of things (car insurance, cable…you name it. Tell ‘em you’re leaving the country and they don’t give you one bit of grief, btw.)
Watched this gorgeous apartment go from home, to boxes, to empty.
Turned in the keys and became homeless.
Called a Marriott home for a few days.
Had my suitcases repacked😉
Got this lovely little gift in the mail (just in time!) from Megan.
Suddenly was left with only one sad little key on my keychain.
Got more vaccinations.
Found out biopsy was negative (!!!)
Got food poisoning. (see above re: eating cottage cheese.)
Said more goodbyes.
Ate this lovely little breakfast.
Got picked up in a Town Car. (I’m SO Mr. Big)
Am flying first class (!!!) [company provided, people. I’m not actually that fancy.]
And I guess that brings me to here? Like I said, BLUR. It still hasn’t set in that I’m moving—it just feels like a really long trip. From here we (Mr. Engineer and myself) head to Brisbane where we’ll chill for a couple days to get our Papua New Guinea viasas applied to our passports. Once that’s done, we catch the 3-hour flight to Port Moresby, our new home.
I’m caught somewhere between being so excited I could scream and wanting to run in a corner and cry because I’m a little terrified. I mean, moving SEVEN THOUSAND MILES AWAY would be scary in its own rite, but to a third-world country? I’m not having doubts, but I’ve got a healthy amount of fear for the situation.
Oh and between biopsy healing and all this madness, I barely ran this past week. Darn life.
Let’s stay in touch, okay? Miss you all, already.