Even since our move people have been asking how it’s going, how we have been doing…and probably they have to ask twice. Because I have likely missed it the first time (or two) that they asked. I tell them we’re good, but also that I was drowning a little bit. Not in a bad way…not in a sad way…but just in the way that I couldn’t seem to keep up with the emails and the visits and the moving in and the setting up and the million of little activities that you inherit all over again each time you move. Which in this life, is a lot. Comfort with figurative tidal waves is a big success factor in the diplomatic life.
A lot of it also had to do with the fact that I was lucky enough to come back to a new gig at work (same place, new tricks so to speak) and that added to everything as well. Learning a new set of skills and people and responsibilities and all that good stuff takes time too.
We are lucky to have a great group of friends here in DC from all of our years, and many of them have been in this position before as well. Which means they are exceedingly patient with us while I sort myself out. And things are looking up, the end of the unaccompanied tour is in sight and another set of hands is on the way. Now that will be a welcome change too.
So enough with the drowning, onwards and upwards to the treading water phase! And maybe now one day I will actually unpack these boxes…
PS – Water picture taken from aboard the Queen Mary 2 crossing – a ton of you have written in to ask about that – I promise a series is coming up on it!