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Moving is a memory game

This is going to be an easy move. We don’t have to cross an ocean or time zone. We do have to say goodbye, but we can catch up with our favorite neighbors whenever we want. The children won’t change schools and we will continuously sleep in our own beds instead of in Airbnb rentals for weeks.

The End.

Ha. Ha.

1. I’m panicking all the boxes myself. No, that is not misspelled.
2. The children and especially the girls tell me everyday that they don’t want to move because they LOVE the kids in the neighborhood.
3. The house is not finished yet and we will have to camp while people are still working on things.
4. The children relive previous moves.
5. I’m reliving previous moves too and I’m so aware of the fact that this move marks the end of our ‘living abroad life’.

Okay, where I said ‘easy’ with regard to this move, I meant ‘less hard’. Because moving in general is not easy. You leave a place that holds so many memories. When I’m stacking boxes in the smallest room of the house, I’m thrown back to changing Lucie’s diapers when she was just born. Eight diapers in four hours and that was perfectly healthy (said the doctor whom we phoned in despair because this couldn’t be normal?!) I remember Boris’ first steps and gosh, coming home with Bobbie from the hospital, dying to introduce number three to world.

Having lived abroad means I’m packing things from various parts of the world. I’m thrown back to beaches, houses, parties, friends. The children help me pack and together we go through pictures of our farewell parties in South Africa and the USA: ‘Oh mum, I remember that day, the donut biting game was so much fun!’ The memories are sweet and I wanted to write that the process is heavy, but I refuse to do so. It’s actually really nice to relive memories and it’s really good to experience that every filled box brings us closer to our new home.

Goodbyes were more definite when we moved overseas; we left a place and country we will most likely never live in again. Moving only one mile is easier, but it still feels like marking the end of a part of our life. It makes me sad and happy at the same time but happiness overrules. I wouldn’t change a thing and will again and again choose to move, to go UP! and add stories to our adventure book.

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Serenity in the midst of chaos

Hi! Yes we moved, we’re in the Netherlands and it’s been nice and hectic and sad and stressful and relaxed and overall we’re happy. Could be because we’re staying in a wonderful Airbnb house. Last weekend though, we agreed with the owner to temporarily leave it as he needed it for himself. It sounded perfectly logical when we agreed to do so about three months ago, but once the moment was here, it made no sense at all.

WHY did we agree to move out of a temporary accommodation to move to another temporary accommodation? The hassle of packing bags (again), of sleeping in another bed (again), of taking the kids to school from yet another place (again).

Once in the apartment though the rush immediately disappeared and it truly felt like a weekend away. There was no washing machine, there were no ‘things’ to arrange like a new dentist, there were no new friends to be made, there were no new parents of potential new friends of the children to meet, and there were no activities planned. It was just the five of us and the sea and the city and the beach and a festival.

The festival is called Boekids and is a yearly cultural festival for children in a pop stage environment, which made it extra cool. There were writers reading from their work, singers singing, pancakes, popcorn and all kinds of fun activities. Boris did a theatre workshop, we learned how to make an illustrated video, we took a picture in a tiny Alice in Wonderland house and halfway through the festival we listened to ‘Clean Pete’; a talented young singer-songwriters duo. They performed songs while interacting like pro’s with their audience.

We had never heard of Clean Pete, but we loved it. The children danced to the songs, Boris went on stage when they asked if someone would be brave enough to do so (I was happy I wasn’t him, because I would have never dared to do that, I honestly had to stop myself from discouraging him) and Joost and I just sat there, watching, reflecting and enjoying our children. There was one song we had to sing-a-long with the chorus. So the audience started: ‘Het is zo, zo zo fijn, zo fijn om alleen te zijn.’ Translated: ‘It’s so, so, so nice, so nice to be alone.’ The lyrics, the rhythm, it was perfect.

The next day I drove the kids to school and we listened to the Clean Pete cd. Then the ‘alone song’ played and together we sang the chorus. Singing with my children, driving through a well-known country with different versions of ourselves, listening to – for us – new music, made me confident that we will get there. Wherever there might be.