Last full week

Today is the beginning of the last full week in Minneapolis.  This is what is known as “Go Time” – or any other cliche you can think of.   The week where we need to get everything (or pretty near everything) done, because after that we won;t have time to diddle around.  Next week Thursday, we will be on a plane to D.C., then to Qatar, then to Bangladesh.  Almost 24 hours in travel time.

We have made a lot of progress around the Redman household since my last post.  We have made several trips to the storage unit,  sold both of our cars (one of which we are keeping until the 26th),  rented our house,  donated carloads full of stuff,  and thrown away just as much.  Oh yeah, and somewhere in there we had an Anniversary, a couple of quiet evenings alone, saw the final Harry Potter movie (so that there are no loose ends for Jenni) and shopped for everything we will need for our two years stay overseas (well almost everything).

Emotionally I have been going back and forth.  This past weekend while going through some old files and boxes, I ran across some stuff from my past.  Stuff that had been hanging around my neck and weighing me down – in a subconscious sort of way.  Some stuff from H.S., some stuff from college, some stuff from old jobs, and some theater related stuff.  I took my time in revisiting it, made peace with it and threw it directly in the recycling.  That stuff has no place in my life anymore.  It served its purpose and it has gone on to its new destiny as 70% post consumer recycled paper products.

It is amazing the things we hang on to in our lives and the reasons we hang on to them.  We are being forced to make decisions about all of our “stuff” because it can’t come with us and we aren’t storing it,  but if we weren’t going overseas I am not sure we would have ever opened them up.  Some friends of ours, inspired by our “sweeping the house clean” have decided to pretend that they are moving overseas and apply the same rigorous criteria.  I wish them well,  it is a very freeing process – but it won’t be quite the same for them.

It’s hard to explain the constant feeling of butterflies in my stomach.  The nearest I can think of is Skydiving on my 30th Birthday, or the first time I rode a Roller Coaster that went upside down.  You just have to say to yourself “This is happening, I just have to go along for the ride”.  Some mornings it is hard to eat though.

In less than two weeks the posts will start reflecting more of what it means to be an “overseas teacher”.


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