Dear Mom
Dear Mom:
I’m sorry I was unable to speak with you at length when you called. His Holiness was having dinner and that can be a full-court-press, particularly now, when the house is filled with boxes and computer wires and things are generally in a state of transition and his toys have already been sent to Germany. He doesn’t have much of an appetite at night, he eats enough, but generally he has a few bites of his dinner and then is back down on the floor looking for something to get into and Mama and Papa are sent trailing after him as he runs through the house getting into all measure of mischief.
The move is progressing; we are in much better shape this morning than we were just a few days ago. It will require all of our attention and effort, to get into the car and down to Manhattan and on the plane by Friday afternoon. There is so much to do just to move, let alone moving to Europe, but it will all work out in the end and once we are strapped into our seats and the cabin doors close, we can take a deep breath and know that we did all we could do. It’s not like we are moving to Mongolia – If we forget something we can always find a replacement in Cologne.
Don’t worry about us. Regardless of my complaining, we are young (well, young at heart anyway) and strong and will do just fine. We are still just a phone call or an email away (and you must get a laptop for yourself so you and I can exchange emails regularly!) and we will be back in the states at least once a year during the summer …
It was wonderful being home last week, spending time with you all and seeing how much His Holiness loves you and loves being around the family. He still talks about Aunt Mary’s house and when we are out doing errands in the car, he asks me to drive him there …
We love you and think of you every day – don’t forget that.
Yours,
Richard
I’m sorry I was unable to speak with you at length when you called. His Holiness was having dinner and that can be a full-court-press, particularly now, when the house is filled with boxes and computer wires and things are generally in a state of transition and his toys have already been sent to Germany. He doesn’t have much of an appetite at night, he eats enough, but generally he has a few bites of his dinner and then is back down on the floor looking for something to get into and Mama and Papa are sent trailing after him as he runs through the house getting into all measure of mischief.
The move is progressing; we are in much better shape this morning than we were just a few days ago. It will require all of our attention and effort, to get into the car and down to Manhattan and on the plane by Friday afternoon. There is so much to do just to move, let alone moving to Europe, but it will all work out in the end and once we are strapped into our seats and the cabin doors close, we can take a deep breath and know that we did all we could do. It’s not like we are moving to Mongolia – If we forget something we can always find a replacement in Cologne.
Don’t worry about us. Regardless of my complaining, we are young (well, young at heart anyway) and strong and will do just fine. We are still just a phone call or an email away (and you must get a laptop for yourself so you and I can exchange emails regularly!) and we will be back in the states at least once a year during the summer …
It was wonderful being home last week, spending time with you all and seeing how much His Holiness loves you and loves being around the family. He still talks about Aunt Mary’s house and when we are out doing errands in the car, he asks me to drive him there …
We love you and think of you every day – don’t forget that.
Yours,
Richard
posted by Berlinbound at 12:03 PM
6 Comments:
I lived in Berlin for two months - so ich bin ein Berliner (as Kennedy would say) although an American professor told me that translated roughly to "I am a jelly doughnut" and another American professor hotly denied it.
Good luck. And remember when you are stressed: you'll look back on this and laugh.
Does your mom read this blog? She must be a very proud momma.
Good luck. Take a deep breath. Don't relax too much though.
We've done the Germany move a few times - it gets easier with practice. Just wrapped up 3 months in Berlin, 2 months last summer, a long 27 months with cat and eventually child. Back pre-blog days I even wrote about those finally horrifying days before coming back... http://www.leftfield.org/~scott/berlin/content/01.12.13.htm
Good luck. I've been back in Calgary for two weeks and am pining a little bit. If you ever need advice, seanders at ucalgary dot ca.
Cheers,
Scott
What a wonderful letter to your mother, Richard. My mum is one of the people I miss the most living here even though, as you say, she's only a phone call or an e mail away. Somehow it's just not the same, though.
Forgot to add that a Berliner is someone from Berlin AND a jelly doughnut! Crazy German language.
:-)
Mom doesn't read the blog - she doesn't even read her emails - something we are working on ...
Thanks for the good thoughts ...
And tonight I bought and drank a bottle of white wine - so am strees-fress for the moment at least.
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