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Sunday, February 24, 2013

On Leaving America - Part 43

Sometimes it hits me like a brick wall and becomes more frequent as departure comes more near, matter of days now—and then hours. I don’t think this is my last blog. I bought an inexpensive laptop that seems to be working. Hopefully I will not be off line more than a day or two.
I think I’ve developed a new symptom for the DSM: Tri-polar. My mind and moods flip around like a gerbil on crack—from excited, to terrified, to sad. These damned goodbyes. The neighbors will be throwing a party for us. I am not in love with the idea. I have had enough goodbyes. They are not fun, but they’re good neighbors, ones that we could count on—trust to feed the cats when we were gone, and help when help was needed . . . barbeques and dinners, minor conversations at the mail box. I suppose it’s just polite to say goodbye. They will be missed. I hope we’ll be as lucky with our neighbors on the other side.
I’m feeling sorry for the cats. It seems so cruel to keep them caged for such a long time, not much better for us humans cramped up in those airplane seats, and then from Stockholm there’s a two hour drive to our new home where we will wait for car and all our stuff to get to Sweden. When it does the game starts over—one more time.
Caramba! I suspect it’s going to be about a year from now before we know a day or two of peace, where there is nothing that must be done. Or do days like that ever happen? I can’t remember.

1 comment:

  1. Bruce,

    I really feel for you. I don't think there are any days when 'nothing must be done,' but what do I really know?

    My husband and I are contemplating such a move to Central America. I am not looking forward to that at all - neither one of us speak Spanish and it will be major culture shock for sure, but the US is pricing us right out of living in our own country. We're still discussing it, so we'll see what happens in the coming weeks.

    I know exactly how you feel about leaving what you know and what you are comfortable with. I do understand your excited, terrified, and sad statement.

    It is only the right thing to do - say your goodbyes at barbeques, etc., even if you aren't up to it.

    Good luck. I feel for you and the cats. I hope your journey goes well and you are able to update us. That way, maybe you can at least have a little slice of home while things are in turmoil.