Limbo

I’ve been “home” now for a little over a week, and it feels a little like Limbo. There are some real challenges of daily life, of course. Like most expats, we’re in a catch 22 situation: the paperwork we need is contingent on providing the paperwork we don’t yet have, for which we’ll need the paperwork we’re seeking. I’m still fresh enough at this that I believe it’ll work out. We have savings, and a roof over our heads courtesy of my in-laws. The kids are in school and happy. What more do I need?

And that’s exactly how I’m enjoying this moment in life: I’m doing things I haven’t done in a while and I probably won’t get to do again for a while. I’m dropping off and picking up my kids every day at school. I’m learning to spend time with them without being too tired or too wound-up to enjoy it. I’m spending more time with my wife than I have in a long time – and we get to talk about the future and what we want to do with it. I’m actually thinking of setting out on my own, with all the implications about hard work, failure, risk – but also rewards and frankly, not being at the mercy of the psychopathic bosses I’ve had lately. 

This is a surreal moment in my life. A bit dangerously so, because it’s (too) confortable to imagine it will last forever. But I’m planning to enjoy it to the hilt. 

 

Bittersweet Christmas Eve

We’ve spent 4 and a half years in this house. For the past 2 months, we’ve been waiting to hear if we stayed or had to leave. The news came on the 24th: my contract isn’t renewed – and it ends on the 31st of december.

On Christmas day, I went in to work to plead for some decency, allowing us to turn around by giving us at least 2 month’s notice. We’ll see what happens.

Christmas eve 2014 was probably the worst I’ve ever had to endure. We had to announce to the kids that they wouldn’t be returning to school in January.

But I want to celebrate the joy and happiness of a Christmas with a family. We’re being given a new beginning. We’ll make of it what we can, but it will surely be great.