Yesterday was a packing madness. It started out as a week of blissfully packing boxes. The babysitter backed out who was supposed to look after my baby for the week. Multi tasking with a roaming toddler who is eager to play with cords and cables elevated my stress levels and I lagged behind schedule. I am glad we found one to fill in to look after her for a few hours during the day of loading the shipment to the container while I deliver items to a friend's house who offered to keep some of our stuff temporarily.
When all was packed. The container truck loaded and locked. The house empty and our vehicle filled to the brim, I couldn't help crying as I hugged Arlene goodbye, our once a week help who became a friend and who is definitely a God send. She was there when my husband was taken away. Her presence gave me a sense of normalcy even for just 4 hours a week when my life several months ago was crumbling. I still have tears in my eyes typing this.
Services have been disconnected. Rooms are empty, our voices echoed. As I waved goodbye to the house this morning after we handed over the keys, I couldn't help myself from feeling nostalgic. This house witnessed a big part of our lives, joys and tears, triumphs and lows, and the gift of my baby daughter.
Our nomadic life begins. For the first time I called the hotel we are staying in "home". All we have for the next several months is a luggage- one for each of us and our faith, that we are on the right track.
Interesting to read if you're moving out of UAE: Moving out of UAE:Expat Guide Relocation Checklist
Update: What happened a year later?
The shipment arrived safely. A learning curve for us, we should have had the entire storage space pest and termite controlled to avoid Termite Attack.
Love and light,