The Waiting Game
It seems like, for some time, I have been playing the waiting game.
Waiting for the school year to finish.
Waiting for Dan to arrive.
Waiting to check out of our condo.
Waiting for our vacation to Borneo.
Waiting for my official tax clearance to come through.
Waiting to board our flight home. (And see if there are any toddlers on board. Please say no, please say no.)
In between all of that waiting of course, we have been throwing away, boxing up, giving away, making piles, donating, selling, buying, saying goodbye, having another drink, sweating it out, filling out paperwork, eating our favorite foods, poking fun at, and in general have been keeping busy with the million little things you must do in order to permanently leave a country.
Even when it seemed endless, everything we did got us one step closer to the good old USA.
Now as we sit at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport with all of our possessions in four suitcases, two carry-ons, and two personal items, and there isn’t anything else to do, except wait. Without the distraction of the million things to do. It seems a little unsettling and as we sit here in at Coffee Bean, we keep asking each other things like, “Are you sure you have your passport?….. Where did you say the last 20 ringgit was?……What do we do now?”
Waiting I guess, to see what comes next.
In the meantime, in about 24 hours, and a short layover in Seoul, we will touch down in the home of the Brave(s) once again.
Home. Just what we’ve been waiting for.
See you all soon!