Monday, August 31, 2009

Clean house

Moving: busy at best, stressful and hectic at worst.  By the lack of blogging this past week, you may assume (rightly) that it has been the the latter two.  I am so bored of the details now, and so tired of even thinking about all of it that I don't want to drag you all through it.  The bright part: the movers did, indeed show up the next day (early!), and packed us out in about 10 hours.  They were brisk and efficient, and respectful of our things. 




The dark part: we are significantly lighter in the wallet, due to some crooked dealing by the landlord and his wife.  A word of advice to friends near and far: when you move into a place, take pictures of ANYTHING that might be even slightly worn or damaged.  Even slightly.  Print these off and write clauses into your rental contract, if possible, or at least save them in your own files.  It may be the only thing standing between you and 2000 Euro.  Especially if you happen to live with little people who look like this.



Just sayin'.

I am still reaching within myself to find forgiveness for the woman who has personally scorned my housekeeping skills, the man who has forced us into funding the remodeling of his house.  Truly, I think that forgiveness and grace will have to be a divine gift in this situation.  We will move on now, because sincerely, I have nothing more to say about all of that.  I am bored to tears by the whole mess, and don't want to leave Germany with a bitter taste in my mouth.





Looking beyond all of that, it's hard leaving.  Living in Europe has been, largely, a great adventure for us.  I wish I'd made it more of a priority to learn the German language, and it would have been nice to have Greg with us more often, but other than that, I have to say that I have no regrets.



(Our last visit to our favorite restaurant in town -- a French pizzaria called Toucy)


It was sad to take a last walk through our little town last week on our way to the Friday farmer's market (on Aug. 21st). 





We said goodbye to the Egg Lady, and to the Cheese Truck Couple, and then, at last, to the dear lady at the local yarn shop.  I had told her a week prior that we'd be moving, so when we stopped by, she ran to the back room and brought out little gifts (unexpectedly!) for each of us.  Andrew, Elijah and Lavella had little packets of gummy bears, bubbles, stamps, etc., Jonah had a hand-crocheted stuffed ball, and for me, she crocheted a beautiful summer-weight scarf, in the perfect shade of blue.  She and I both had tears in our eyes as we said goodbye.  It's kind of hard to say goodbye forever.




(Jonah was napping at home with Greg, while the movers packed out our things)




On Sunday night (Aug. 23rd), we moved into the hotel.  It's cramped in here, but at least all of the cleaning and the packing and the sick feeling of inevitable disruption is past.  We're living out of suitcases, and we still have a trans-Atlantic flight ahead of us, but it feels really good to have all of the most difficult bits behind us.

This past Saturday, Greg hung out with the children while I went to my very last Stitch 'n Bitch knitting group.  It was strange to sit around the table, knitting, eating lunch, chatting as usual...but knowing that this would be the very last time this particular group of ladies would share time together.

When we arrived in Germany, we had two children; we are leaving with four.  The memories we are taking with us are precious, and while it is sad that it is time to go, we look forward to the future adventures to be had at our new home in Texas.

Our favorite little guys
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6 comments:

The Kansas City Hoovers said...

I'm sorry to hear about the landlord lady incident. We have had our fair share of those kind of problems. It's hard to believe sometimes that people can be so unjust.

It's so funny, but I feel like I'm leaving Germany as well, because I have grown so attached through your blogs. I love the picture at the yarn store where you are holding Elijah by the arm :p

I hope that the fight goes as smoothly as possible with 4 small children and a long time on a plane. Can't wait to see what awaits you in Texas. Sending you and your family prayers from Kc!!

a.susie said...

Ditto with the Hoovers...seems like we've lived there with you at times. Thanks for so much sharing through your years there.

Flight home can't possibly be worse than the flight over...can it...?

Anonymous said...

What a nice tribute to your time in Germany, Faith! I'm so happy we had a chance to share in it with you and meet your neighbors, your spinning group and military friends. Staying with you brought back such wonderful memories of when Pete and I used to live there. I'm so glad you got to experience the wonder of the country and its people, except for the landlord. German's are neat nicks and can be very picky. Uncle Doug lived in a German house when he was there and had similar dealings. Although he didn't have four children to contend with. I didn't think about that or I could have given you a heads up warning. Jill

a.susie said...

All your children are adorable, but that Jonah has the cutest little face! So pleasant. Reminds me of Isaiah (ours). He has a friendly, pleasant face as well...and nature to go with it.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Faith for sharing your fantastic experience being in Germany....you will have many, many memories to cherish the rest of your life! So sorry to hear about the landlord's situation. But glad to see you have the heart to forgive. Have a safe flight to TX and I will keep you all in prayer for safe flight and a smooth move into your new home.

God Bless,

Kathy Williams :o)

Anonymous said...

Thanks Faith for sharing your fantastic experience being in Germany....you will have many, many memories to cherish the rest of your life! So sorry to hear about the landlord's situation. But glad to see you have the heart to forgive. Have a safe flight to TX and I will keep you all in prayer for safe flight and a smooth move into your new home.

God Bless,

Kathy Williams :o)