It looks like the Ethiopian highlands is where I am staying for the rest of my life because I. AM. NEVER. MOVING. AGAIN.
At least until I forget about the difficulty of this one.
Moving is a good chance to assess, “Oh my word, how did I get so much stuff”. It has an extra level of pain here that nearly puts me in a panic. I am torn between wanting to set up “home” and trying to contextualize and I nearly make myself crazy. Questions like “Why did I bring my food chopper?!” whirl in my mind along with “I love my food chopper”.
Goodbye to our happy apartment, the one we were supposed to live in for 3 months and stayed for 10.
Goodbye to the Freys. What will we do without our neighbors who became family?
Our drive was smooth, thanks so much for your prayers.