It has been six weeks since we were packed out from our home in Maryland. We still haven’t received either one of our shipments. I feel anxious and annoyed, because we are still in our temporary apartment knowing that our permanent place sits empty. I have an innate need to nest badly and get on with our lives here. We are sick and tired of living out of suitcases. I know it sounds crazy, but I miss pulling my clothes out of a drawer or closet.
While Hubs has started his life with work and even already a planned ski trip with coworkers, I feel like my life is put on an eternal hold. I am counting down the minutes of when we will get the call, that our goods are ready and have a delivery date. In my culture, it’s a tradition to seek out “good” dates for big life events (i.e. moving, marriage, starting a business, etc). There are only so many dates to choose from in the next two weeks, and it’s quite an uneasy feeling. Everything has to be timed right.
I know I shouldn’t even be complaining, but there are some frustrations of moving your whole life across the ocean. We are crossing our fingers that we will get some sort of status update by Thursday. In the meantime, this holding pattern is like waiting next to the phone for a guy that’s never going to call, but said he would.