We are less than 5 weeks away from our big move to Germany. I'd been humming along nicely right up until last night.
I went to the post office earlier in the day and told the friendly post-woman who has been ringing through my orders and sending my prints all around the world for the last 4 years that we're moving. It's funny when you realize that someone who is almost a stranger knows you and your family and your business so well. She was understandably surprised, it's a big move, but I shrugged off her concerns, assuring her it's not really that big and that we've got it all under control. I blame my Finnish genes for this sense of calm that comes over me when major life stuff is happening. It's the smooth clear ice that seems to go on forever, right up until you fall into the open water. It's the feeling that everything is fine, everything is doable, as long as we have the important things, the rest can fall away. It carries me right up until the moment that I have to open my mouth to say my wedding vows, or put my newborn son in his carseat and drive away from the hospital for the first time. It's a business-as-usual, let's-not-get-too-hysterical place I go to when all signs point in the other direction. I don't know if it's a help, or a hindrance, but probably the former. The cracks in the ice are starting to appear, the first of which happened last night when I confirmed with Charles the date of Edwin's last day at daycare, last day.
It's the beginning of the goodbyes, and those are not easy. However, if there's anything I've learned after moving to Europe and back (and back again), it's that the world is a small place, and no distance is too great to stand in the way of love and friendship.