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Packing out

It took 3 days to pack out. One day to box up and two days to load, because at 5:00 the 2nd day it was apparent that all of our things would not fit on one truck. I was concerned that we would go over our weight limit but the grand total of the first truck's weight was 11,000 pounds. The movers had to pull out the tailgate of the truck and strap 3 mattresses on. Then the next day they returned with another small truck to pick up the items at my office, probably about 600 pounds.

It was sad to see them pack up my Vespa. When will I see it again? One of the movers told me he had recently unpacked a family that had been overseas for 20 years. He said all their things were old, like from the 70's, and most of it just went to Goodwill.

I had already spent a week separating all of our things into three groups: what we are taking to training, what we are packing out because we may need it overseas at an unfurnished post, and what we are leaving in Anderson.

The movers did all the packing, which was great, but I had to keep track of what was going into each box so that I can request them by box number or item number later on. Every item has a number that goes on our inventory.

Tonight Anderson, Tomorrow the World

Tonight is my last night in Anderson. I will probably be up late packing and getting ready for this big adventure. I didn't expect to be so sad to leave because I have been so busy I did not really think about it much. I have been focused on our destination, instead of what we are leaving behind.

Last night they had a bon voyage party for us at church, complete with international food, flags of the world, sentimental speeches, tears & costumes from different countries. Lots of people got up to predict where we would go: Sierra Leone, Costa Rica, France, Germany, Belize, Japan, Mexico, and China. My parents and Chet's parents almost cried when they started talking about us leaving.

Our church family will be greatly missed. We are very close to so many of them after living here for 15 years for me and a lifetime for C. It is nice to feel like they will miss us too. I hope they remember to pray for us.

The plane, the plane, the plane


















This weekend C. flew us down to Myrtle Beach for a combination business trip/family weekend. If you would have asked us two years ago if C. would be willing to give up the airplane we would have said "never in a million years." Of course that was pre-FS (before we were thinking about the Foreign Service). Now we are taking our last few trips before it gets sold.

You might notice that all the posts lately have been about our sacrifices to join the foreign service. We cannot stop thinking about it because C's parents and his brother and sister-in-law keep reminding us. They think we are totally out of our minds to even consider giving up what we have here to go to a place to-be-determined. The thing is, we are asking ourselves the same thing, but at the same time we are excited to be doing it. It is liberating. It is also scary. We are simplifying our lives but we are taking a big chance too.

We are rolling the dice and hoping for 7's: a good post, an easy adjustment for the children & C, lots of new friends, and interesting work.

House for Sale - Owner relocating

Our house is the second big thing we have to give up to join the Foreign Service. A few posts back we told about our first sacrifice, our boat.

It is hard to give it up. We have lived here 5 years, longer than any other home our whole married life. Here is what we added while we were here: whole new kitchen & appliances, 2 new bathrooms, all new plumbing, tankless hot water heater, roof, jokul wood stove, porcelain tile, walls & flooring, hot tub, and more. Now we are selling it cheap because we have to go. If it doesn't sell, maybe we will rent it.

Someone came to look at it today with their realtor. It would be perfect for a large family. I hope it will be a happy home for someone special.

The rest of our family just says that we are crazy to give up our cushy lives here to go to live in some backwards part of the world. We might be a little bit crazy because it is really nice here.

Last night we watched the movie "City of Joy" starring Patrick Swayze about a doctor who works in a medical clinic in Calcutta. The conditions there looked really bad. Seeing how people lived in the movie made me so sad for them, and it made me think that there would never be enough help to meet their most urgent needs. Several people at our church are planning a mission trip to India, but they are not going to Calcutta because they heard it was not safe.

Yard Sale today

We had a yard sale today. All week we had the installation truck parked at our house trying to load it up with things to sell and we had it full by Friday. The kids made $12 apiece selling drinks and stuff from their tables. We made about $150, not much considering all that we sold: TV armoire, table & chairs, books, toys, videos, and bunches of miscellaneous knickknacks.

Having a yard sale just makes you realize that you need to quit buying junk. Thinking about going into the Foreign Service has really curtailed our stuff-collecting impulses. That has been a good thing. Just knowing that soon we will have to pack it all up and ship it thousands of miles is a big deterrent. It's still hard to get rid of stuff. I am kind of envious of the younger people joining the Foreign Service who do not have much to pack.

Instead of stuff, I have been buying a lot of groceries. Soon I won't be able to do that because I know that once I leave for DC, C won't be cooking very much. I can still buy clothes because we will still need those. But in the process of trying to weed through all our extraneous possessions, I do not want to shop for clothes. When I do shop for them, everything seems to look like something I already have.

Dreaming about where we might go

Now that we have finally made it into the Foreign Service, we can spend all the time we used to spend worrying "if we would make it" now wondering "where we will go and when." To do this properly we have to spend vast amounts of time surfing the internet about random places and checking crime statistics, grocery costs, living conditions, and diversions. Our main source of information is www.talesmag.com. But we really do not discriminate and use any source. It is much easier to choose the places we do not want to go rather than deciding our top picks.

POSTS WE WANT TO AVOID based upon our late night internet surfing:

Caracas now known as murder capital of the world, but R visited it with her Mom and 3 year old son about 7 years ago and really enjoyed the trip.

Mexican border towns also many murders; one report says that you will spend all your time in some type of compound surrounded by razor wire and armed guards with all the other Americans; doesn't sound like much cultural interaction goes on there.

Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, unaccompanied posts supposedly off limits to first tour FSO's

Port Moresby, PNG rated as the highest hardship of any place in the world by the Economist magazine; R's brother spent time there on a mission trip and contracted malaria, from which he suffered greatly because doctors here didn't know how to diagnose it.

Countries that are reported to have a low view of women and Americans, or who have severe restrictions such as not allowing women to drive.

HARDSHIP POSTS WE THINK WE WOULD LIKE:

Freetown, Sierra Leone, because we have some friends and relatives who have been on medical mission trips there.

Guinea Bissau, West Africa, C's good friend from Anderson is now a missionary there.

Yekaterinburg or Vladivostok, Russia, because there is a lot of cultural interaction with the locals who reportedly are interested to speak to Americans, and we like following the blog of an FSO posted in Vladivostok www.240to120.com.

Lima, Peru, reportedly hard to fill post but R's brother went there last year and enjoyed it; want to try the ceviche and roasted guinea pig.

Chennai, India, because R has a friend in Anderson who was born there who says it is the best part of India.

Vietnam, because C's distant relative from Colorado was a teacher there and we love the Vietnamese food

Cuba, because we have always wanted to go there since it has not been allowed.

Guangzhou, China because that is where they do all the adoptions from China. This one city accounts for a third of all international adoptions by American parents.

Kyrgyzstan, a former Soviet Republic, because of beautiful mountain scenery.

Most of Latin America is considered a hardship post as well, but they don't sound too bad to us.

POSTS WE LIKE THAT ARE NOT HARDSHIP POSTS, in order of preference:

Japan

Eastern Europe, especially Hungary where R. went on vacation with her Mom

Western Europe, of course.

Scandinavian countries

Bahamas and Caribbean

Hong Kong

Taiwan

Australia & New Zealand

Canada

South Pacific Islands

Bermuda

Iceland

That covers about the whole world, doesn't it.