Red

Red

How does one begin the process of letting go while grabbing something new? These last few days have been fascinating. The week began with Lea and me in a state of total exhaustion. We lived for two weeks in a hotel “suite” (not “sweet” at all). There were so much VOCs that my eyes watered and sinuses flared everyday. Thank goodness the week before last was one of the nicest on record in Minnesota–I was able to walk Simon (our soft coated wheaten terrier)  and get some really clean air. We managed, to our surprise, to whittle our entire wardrobe down to seven bags (there are some very happy folks leaving Goodwill.) Preceding this were several weeks of 18 hour days packing and cleaning the house–and doing my day job. Lea took the brunt of the packing and dealing with the movers–and through this effort she polished her star to an luminous luster.

Now that we are all settled into another rental place, we are finding it frustrating not to be in our new house. Because of the way the new immigration laws work, we can not import our things until we have our “temporary visa.” This will take at least 6 weeks. So, we are in a nice rental place only 1/2 block from our house–and even share a party wall in the rear of the house.

Now it is time for us to re-attach to our new, permanent home. We begin 2-3X weekly Spanish lessons next week. We have finished stage one of our visa process. I managed to get a cell phone and complete the process with some Spanish and slowly spoken English (people are very patient here.) Monday we will set up our Internet service (no choice but to have a service that is bundled with Cable TV–which we will not need or turn on.) I will start gathering vermiculite, peat moss, compost and potting soil for my rooftop garden.

Besides these practical things: these weeks are really about engaging as immigrants and foreigners in a land so close but so far away. Key words for the week: patience, diplomacy, humility and pace. So like the out of production VW bug reflection in the ephemeral rain burst produced puddle, Lea and I will be looking back to our past but as the past evaporates, we will only look at ourselves.

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