Avoiding Crisis

Posts Tagged ‘moving

and so it begins…

leave a comment »

We might not know where we are going or exactly when but we are leaving Argentina in about 6 months time.

Six months may seem like a long time, but when you’re talking about a major international move, and all the components that go along with it, 6 months is really not that long. Oh no, not long at all.

So now that the holiday’s are over A and I have turned our focus towards cleaning house and downsizing, or at least attempting to.

My lord, do you know how much crap a family of four accumulates in 2 1/2 years.  It’s a whole lot of stuff.  There are the baby toys that you arrived with that your then almost 7 month old adored but your now almost 3 year old could care less about, the multiple car seats that both kids outgrew, an obscenely large collection of Fisher Price Little People that neither of the kids have touched in the past 6 months, the three strollers they have exceeded the weight limit on, and the piles and piles of clothes and shoes that are way too small for their ever growing bodies. And that’s just the kids stuff. Don’t even let me get started about the 50+ t-shirts that he has schlepped from the USA to Peru to Argentina and yet hasn’t worn even 1/4th of them during the past 5 years. Oh and let us not forget all the other crap we’ve carted with us from Lima that we haven’t actually used since, well, let’s see, oh yeah, since leaving the States back in ’03.

I really don’t look forward to this process.  Well, that’s not true, If I could do it all by myself I would probably like it a lot, I think it would even be cathartic. But getting rid of shit when you are married to a sentimental pack rat is really not a whole lot of fun. And I’ll admit, to be fair to A, being a sentimental pack rat married to someone who tends to take the complete opposite approach and lacks emotional attachment to most inanimate objects kinda sucks too.

Here’s a typical conversation we have while going through our stuff.

A picks up a toy and starts playing with it.

A: You know that I’ve had this toy since I was a little boy. I can remember playing with it in the house in Pennsylvania. (toy in question is a long plastic maze type toy that is about 1.5 feet by 1 inch. And A only lived in PA until he was in 1st grade.) Can you believe that I still have it and that it’s here with us?
N: Uh, no.
A: I think the kids would like to play with it, don’t you?
N: Uh, NO.
A: We are NOT getting rid of it.
N: It would probably make some poor Argentine child living in a villa miseria very very happy.
A: It will make MY kids happy.
N: Please remind me again why it is that we need to keep this toy. Last time Owen found it he proceeded to chase Abbey around the house with it and used it like a sword. It hurts if you get hit by it. I know from personal experience. Do you really think that they really need to have it.
A: It doesn’t weigh much.

A leaves the room with the toy and returns without it.

N: Where’s the silly stick maze thing?
A: I put it with the kid’s toys. They like it. And it’s NOT silly.

End of conversation.

And while it might not sound that bad, imagine having to deal with this EVERY single time you don’t agree on the fate of a particular object. And imagine if the object in question happens to weigh 110 pounds (our gas grill), which also is equal to 1.5% of our total weight allowance. And while this might not seem like a lot, when you only have 7200 pounds total shipping weight to work with, every pound counts. Things can get a bit stressful.

The grill is coming with us and so is the stupid silly toy.

One of these days I’ll win. One of these days.

Advertisements

Written by nicolemarie

December 30, 2007 at 9:32 pm

square one

with 3 comments

so we are back to square one with regards to where we are heading next.  Back to the good old bid list, but this time instead of overseas positions we will be looking at domestic assignments.

It’s been a rough few days trying to come to grips with this news and the reality of having to move back to the United States right now.  We were hoping that we’d be able to prolong this overseas living until both the kids would be in school. 

So now I have to move, buy a house, buy a car, enroll my daughter in school, find daycare for my son, and get a job.

But first, we have to find out where we are going.  I’m just hoping it’s not DC.  But it will probably be DC.  That sucks.

Written by nicolemarie

December 23, 2007 at 7:24 am

this shit sucks

with 3 comments

and yes, i’m talking about my blog as of recent. 

I know it sucks, you don’t need to remind me.  But if you must, leave a comment saying just how much it sucks.  I’m sure the doctor will.  He told me the other day how bad things have gotten.  How crappy my writing has been.  How uninteresting I am.  Though I’m thinking that he’s just annoyed that I haven’t written anything about him lately.

And the truth is, as much as it pains me to say it, he’s right.  I haven’t been writing a whole lot lately, and what I have been writing hasn’t been all that good.  Not that have I been trying real hard either. 

When I started this blog things came easy to me, ideas for posts just oozed from my brain onto the page.  And I have a theory as to why it’s gotten a tad more difficult to write these days.  It’s not that I’m out of things to say, cause I’m not.  I think of a gazillion different topics everyday.  And even sometimes, when I’m running, or showering, or just sitting at the train tracks waiting for the train to go by, I write entire stories (in my head).  But by the time I get back home or sit down at the computer I can’t seem to turn those kernels into anything more than a few words.  And then I hit the save button and they go directly to the draft folder never to be seen again.  

Okay, so as I’ve said, I have an idea as to why this is. 

See, when I started this blog, I was in a really good place in my life.  I was happy, content and stable.  Things were all honky dory.  I was in a place where I could easily take a look back on the past and comment on it.  I could even take a look at the future and comment on that too.  I had interesting things to say because I was open and receptive to new ideas.  And I wasn’t afraid to take chances or to say what was on my mind.  These days, as I’ve made it very clear over the past month or so, I’m not really in such a good place right now.   I’m not in a bad place either.  But I’m not happy and content.  Things aren’t really peachy.  I would say that I’m in a funk.  That I feel down and maybe even depressed.  And, that on a daily basis, my anxiety level is higher then it has been since college. 

So what the fuck is going on??  

Nothing is going on, really.  Nothing. Well, there is that whole not knowing where we are going in 8 months thing.  And that, my friends is what it all boils down to. I think.

I’m in this in-between place right now.  I’m kinda in my own personal purgatory.  I’m neither here nor there, neither leaving not coming.  I’m stuck in the middle and I can’t get out. 

All I can say that this whole not knowing thing, this whole in-between thing, is probably one of the most awful experiences I’ve had since moving overseas.  More awful then my first day in Lima, Peru when the embassy sent someone to deliver bottled water and I opened my door to some man speaking a Spanish that i didn’t understand and my dogs running out of the gate into traffic and my 4 month old daughter screaming at the top of her lungs in the house, and all the Spanish i could remember was ayudame ayudame and the poor man just stood there completely helpless not knowing what to do with the crazy woman who stood in front of him.  Yes, this not knowing is so much worse than that.

So I’ve realized that I write so much better and the ideas flow so much easier when I’m happy and content and stable.  And that when I’m depressed, I’m blocked, stopped up, clogged.  Bear with me a little bit longer.  I promise I’ll get over this phase.  Either that or I’ll just let the doctor write my blog posts, i figure if he thinks they suck so much then he must be able to do a better job.

Written by nicolemarie

November 16, 2007 at 10:11 pm

overwhelmed

with one comment

that’s how I’ve been feeling lately.

And it’s not that I’m feeling overwhelmed by any one particular thing, but more like everything.  Honestly, I feel like I’m just spinning in circles, pushing paper around, and not getting anything done.  And I have a lot of stuff on my plate these days.

Maybe it has something to do with the whole not knowing where we are going next but realizing that we only have 9 months left here in Argentina.  And then, maybe it’s just the unsettling feeling about only having 9 months left here — a place that I have come to really love and consider home — that is really getting to me.    But it could be a lot of other things too.  I just can’t seem to put my finger on it.

So instead of doing any of the gazillion things I have to do, I’m going to bed.  I’m betting that a good nights sleep will work wonders.  Or, it may just make me feel worse when I wake up realizing that I haven’t made progress on my never ending to do list.

oh well.  we will see what tomorrow brings.

Written by nicolemarie

October 8, 2007 at 9:07 pm