I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
As the Germans are fond of replying, is it the end of the tunnel or is the train coming?
Four weeks from today, my son and I board a one way flight to America. Our two Maine Coon cats and my husband will hopefully follow early next year.
The decision was taken almost 6 months ago, and the seed was planted almost a year ago, on my birthday, in an unexpected conversation. I’ve lived in Europe for 12 years and wasn’t sure I would ever come back to the US. I also wasn’t sure I would stay. Every year or so, it was considered – stay or go, stay or go – wash. rinse. repeat. I always stayed. Until now.
I really have no idea how this is going to go. I don’t really recognize my country anymore. I’m married to a South African. My son is firmly German. Neither has lived in or had any significant exposure to the US.
I don’t know what I am anymore, but certainly not the person I was when I left for a three month assignment in Switzerland just after New Year’s in 2006.
We will savor the next weeks, a beautiful time of year in Germany.
The Christmas Steam Train to Tegernsee