It's been three years. In this odd work/life thing we call the Foreign Service, that means it's time to yank up the plant. But as usual, "Family Rubesh" isn't quite as portable as it was when we pulled in to Prague - six suitcases, three car seats and a stroller in tow. Our family plant has done a bit of growing and root-spreading. Tendrils have been working through the classes of ISP, through the neighborhoods and back yards of Mala Sarka, winding their way around the chairs of Sarka Valley Community Church... and even through and under the 400 year old walls of my palace office. Ripping this plant up and starting in a brand new hole - on the other side of the world - is never easy.
Five weeks from last Saturday, we file onto a plane to start a new life (again), this time in Costa Rica. New climate, home, school, friends, church, wardrobe, work, boss, colleagues, language, food, currency, voltage, address, doctors... (did I miss anything?). It's exciting. It's stressful. It's frustrating. It's also an adventure - one more chapter in a book of memories that's taken our growing plant to three continents.
We have it easy(ish). My grandparents moved 5 kids to India via ship and steamer trunks. My parents did the same to Sri Lanka with 3 kids via 747's and 55-gallon barrels. We'll be using a team of packers, lift-vans and a 777 or two to transport the third generation of globe-trotting Rubeshes to the other side of the world.
So - let the fun begin. Chores for this week? Do a packing survey (packers come to estimate how much stuff they'll need to ship), wade through three years worth of accumulation in preparation for our neighborhood yard sale (ie: will I really need my cross-country skis in Costa Rica?), and go digital with our entire collection of CD's (too many - that's how many!)