There's a topic that I've been somewhat avoiding here on the blog. I've been hesitant to mention too much about our upcoming move to America.
You see, up until just a few weeks ago, the move was a very unsure thing. We've been waiting and waiting and waiting for Steven's visa to process, and while we knew we'd be spending Christmas in the USA we weren't sure if we'd be doing so as American residents or if we'd be returning to Germany after the holidays to keep on waiting some more.
Well, we got a letter in the mail two weeks ago announcing that Steven's final interview would take place later on this month. The final visa interview is step number 7 on the US Immigration Services "how to apply" guide. The last step on the guide. We've made it to the end.
We are coming home.
So, if you've been wondering why things have been a bit absent here on the blog lately, that is why. Wanting to avoid paying another full month's rent and also hoping to spend as much time with family before we leave, Steven and I have decided to move in with his family for the rest of our stay here.
With the help of his wonderful mother and sister, we spent all of yesterday boxing up our entire apartment. This was hard for me. Don't get me wrong, I won't really miss the apartment itself; the kitchen seemed like it was put together with duct tape and bubble gum (seriously landlord, one nail on a wall is NOT enough to hang an entire cabinet on, thank you very much) and I'm very happy that I will never have to look at the atrocity that is tangerine orange and dark blue sponge painted walls ever again...
But the first eighteen months of our married life were spent there, in that little
We handed over the key to our landlord and drove away, and in many ways I feel like we were reaching the end of a chapter. I know that feeling will be much stronger in just a few weeks time.
Steven and I never planned to live in Germany after getting married. We had plans to jump right on our (American) education and start building a life for ourselves. When we learned we'd have to live in Germany to wait out his visa processing, we were both disappointed. Delaying our plans even six months seemed far less than ideal and a total waste of time.
Well six months turned to a year, which then turned to a year and a half...and it has been the happiest, most wonderful waste of time I've ever experienced. God/fate/the universe had something planned for us that we hadn't expected or desired and I couldn't be more grateful.
As you can imagine, I'm experiencing a lot of mixed feelings. I'm excited (SO EXCITED) to start wrapping up my education. I'm excited to drive a car. I'm excited to be able to drink as much water as I want in a restaurant without having to pay for it. I'm excited for cheaper gas and food and clothes, and for California sunshine, and Disneyland, and the beach.
I'm dreading leaving a place I've grown to love so much. I'm nervous about the financial burdens that will come along with Steven and I both being in school. I'm terrified that I will go stir-crazy in a place where international travel is much more difficult and expensive.
Still, I trust that things are happening when and how they should be. I have faith that this move is right for us and our future, and a step in a positive direction.
But Germany, I will most certainly miss you.