It's been very stressful getting ready. I've not only had to tear apart my whole room, sort all the stuff, and either pack it or get rid of it, but I also must have the whole general area of the house pristine when the Hausmeister comes on Friday morning to inspect the place and take my key. At that point, I will no longer reside at Montessoriweg 20.
Tomorrow morning, I take the train to Frankfurt. My head feels like it's about to burst. My stomach has been in a knot for days. Sometimes my stay in Germany felt like ten days, sometimes like ten years, but now, as I sit here, surrounded by stacks of stuff and bags, it feels like I'm about to leave an entire season of my life. Which I am. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing; I will be moving into a new season that holds more adventure and promise and chances to seek and follow God's leading.
And, once the family arrives, it will be a wonderful time to explore Europe and enjoy being together in this fascinating world after a year of separation. Once the stress and turmoil of this moment passes, I will be able to take a breather in between my “Germany” season of life and whatever is next, and I'll be able to enjoy it with my family. What that experience of being together again will be like, I can only imagine; I have never been separated like this for so long before. What I’m able to imagine in this moment is only like the hint of a sweet fragrance, the source of which is elusive.
< A ghostly reflection of myself on my window, standing in a partially cleared-out room, testing a loaded backpack. The dazed appearance of the reflection mirrors my state of mind right now. >
< My last little while here has involved many good-byes. This group photo with two of my neighbors, Magdalena (“Magda”) and Christian (“Izzy”), and myself was taken just before Magda left for Croatia for a vacation. Lindsay, my other neighbor, is on vacation in Italy. >
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