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I exploded on The Beloved* about 15 minutes ago. I didn’t know I was going to do that but all of a sudden, there it was, me, on the phone, shouting out all sorts of unkind and uncivilized words about the people processing the contract and the relocation cost package. I’m still at a high simmer of, well, anxiety? Need for control over my life? All the usual human emotional reactions when, gosh, The Details Are Sitting On Someone Else’s Desk and not in our hands.

We are halfway through week 12 folks. Do we know who the movers are going to be? How and when they might show up? Or the storage unit? Or the flight over? Or how to get Jake the semi-elderly cat his own passport? Or what kind of temporary housing we’ll be living in while looking for an apartment Nov-Dec? Or getting the paperwork started that gets us both into the country as employed persons? How big the moving unit?

Somebody in Germany personnel has to talk to somebody in Novato personnel before we get to see anything. Germany is about to go take her August vacation and won’t be back till the 20th. Novato has a seriously ill family member and is only partially at the office or logging in from home. People deserve vacations and people need to take care of their families. I get that in deep, compassionate ways. Really.

Still – we’re in the middle of Week 12. The next week is called Week 11, not Week 13 – although it could be called that if it turns out the contracted arrival date in Munich is different from what we are expecting it to be. Which would be useful to know, don’t you think?  We were told by others who’ve gone through this process that these kinds of delays will show up. I’m pretty sure Nov 1st will find us back in Munich. Its just… well… um, the Rest Of My Life? Right then, back to my new mantra:  Can I do anything to change this? No? Then set it aside and check in  again later.

“I have noticed that the people who are late are often so much jollier than the people who have to wait for them.” – E.V. Lucus

“Are you ready?” Klaus asked finally.
“No,” Sunny answered.
“Me neither,” Violet said, “but if we wait until we’re ready we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives, Let’s go.”  – Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator

 

*I’ve noticed in blogs that people often use nicknames for the innocent members of a writer’s family.

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