About a year ago, my husband came home with a crazy idea. Let’s move to Germany. Why you ask? Well, he’s a German citizen, so are the kids. I’ve been blessed to travel there for work for many years and love it. It was a good kind of crazy as far as ideas go. Then we thought, well, why not? Kids are young, changes can happen, our parents are in good health. We should really try this! We walked around for months asking each other if we were serious and if we really wanted to make the leap.
In March this year, everything just clicked. Nothing in particular happened, just – life is short. We were going to do this, just because we wanted to! So we started taking all the necessary steps to make such a large move happen. It really all started out as a wild dream, but we are now in the process of making everything happen.
People have been amazed that we are taking such a giant leap of faith. And several suggested I blog about the experiences. I thought it was a good idea and also a way to let out thoughts as we heave through this huge move.
Most people begin asking me if we are military. Nope. Then they ask if our job is moving us across the pond. Nope. In fact, we are doing all of this in hopes that we get a job when we get there. Yes, you read that right. My husband, I’ll call him M, has been putting out resumes but we haven’t had a job offer yet. How’s that for positive thinking? We have a couple of positive things in our corner. M is a civil engineer. Germany’s websites are posting over 17,000 available jobs for civil engineers alone. And most friends and family we’ve talked to tell us that once we are there and available for interviews, we hope to find something relatively quick.
People think this leap of faith is the hard part. Not really. It’s the exciting part. Getting to live in Germany and sharing the culture and the world with my children is the part that drives me now. The hard part has been dismantling our household stuff that we’ve been collecting for the past 12 years, selling it off piece by piece. The hard part is watching my children say goodbye to half their toys, or their beloved swing set. Ok, I will admit shoveling out my closet actually felt rather good. But I still haven’t posted the couch because it’s the most comfortable thing I’ve ever sat and slept on. Is it ridiculous I’ll miss a couch?
We are taking a few things. I didn’t want the kids to feel like they lost every single toy to this move. That would only lead to resentment. So we have hired a shipping company to come in and we are shipping 100 cubic feet. I thought that sounded like so much stuff! It’s not. It’s 4 feet x 4 feet x 6 feet. Once you start looking at how much stuff you have to fit into that small size, it feels about as small as it sounds. I admit I’ve gotten a bit creative though. This is all about space and not weight. So I’ve gotten a bunch of vacuum seal bags for all of our clothes – and stuffed animals!! That has really shrunk everything down to very heavy size. Creativity is the key!
Right now, we have sold the house and quite a bit of our stuff out of the house. We have piles in every room – to be sold, to be put into storage and to shove into a suitcase. It’s a work in progress and I can only take it one day at a time. 4 weeks before we leave our house and 6 weeks before we depart. But as I tell all my travelers: “It’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey.”