Moving Forward, Moving On, Moving Ahead

So, D-day came. We haven’t left the country yet, but I find that it is not so bad, at least not the way I thought it would be, not like I had anticipated. I am at the same time very tranquil and also giddy with excitement at the new adventure in front of us. This stage has begun, this departure, the farewells have been said, the tears have been wept. We are in ‘moving mode’ moving forward, moving on, moving ahead…

The movers arrived around 10AM yesterday. It gave me a funny sense of security to hear the tape being pulled and the sound of cardboard being pushed open to be formed into boxes that would soon be filled with our belongings. Thibault has been taking it surprisingly well. He got upset when they packed the tennis rackets and his house of shapes with its keys. Other than that, he has been the same normal Thibault we have always known. I wish I knew what was running through his head…

Last night we slept in a hotel called Sunflower (in Portuguese Girassol). For me, sunflowers have been a symbol of relaxation, summer vacations and family travel. Now the sunflower will be a symbol of transition, too.

The movers came back at 8 this AM. They are going to finish up packing and load up the truck. It’s Thibault’s last day at school today. His teachers and classmates are throwing him a small despedidia (going away party). I wonder how he feels, does he understand when we explain to him that it is his last day and that he is leaving his native land and saying good-bye to first friends. I wonder what memories he will keep of this place and the beginning of his childhood…

This is my 6th move, but my first one with kids. Small kids. And though we are only in the beginning of our journey, I find that it is not as tedious or as much of a struggle as it is made out to be. So what, we are moving with an 8 month old and a 2 year old. It is NOT that bad. So what, you have to pack a few more toys and get a bit more of ‘awake time’ than I prefer. But all in all, I rather move with small children than never move at all. This experience will build character, enhance adaptation skills and create a more global child. Isn’t that what we should all strive to provide for our kids, in my book yes!

The last few days have been filled with last minute errands and things to do, as often is the case with moving. Get papers certified, pick up frames and dresses, exchange clothing items purchased in the last 30 days, cancel the phone line, internet, cable TV, visit the gyno, the dentist and the pediatrician…finish inventory, separate the last items we wish to carry with us in our suitcases rather than leave in the move… there has been all this build up and anxiety leading to this day and now it is here and there is no going back. And that is ok. We always knew our time here, this sojourn was temporary, that one day we would have to go back. What is done is done. If we forgot something in the inventory, too late, the papers have already been signed and sent, if we forgot to remove something too bad, too late, it has already been packed for international shipment by boat. I feel surprisingly at ease. Sure, we would have liked to stay longer, to get even better acquainted with our adopted country. This country has left an incredible impression on us, in our hearts, our minds, our blood. This is the place where our boys were born, this is the place where our family started. But I know we will be back and we will get to show the boys where they were born, lived, played, went to school, etc. I know we will be back to discover more of what this country has to offer…

In the meantime we are embarking on a new adventure! The excitement at starting again. New. Fresh. We will be in our old neighborhood in the beginning which provides a nice chance to get reacquainted with our old favorite places. But soon, we’ll be in a new neighborhood, our family of four in a new house, with new traditions and memories to be made.

So this house is empty, the doors locked, the last photos taken, the last memories made. We will never regret our decision to come to this country and leave behind the security of our surroundings and our belongings. We will not regret moving from our apartment in Resende to the paradise of this garden and this house in Penedo that evoke so many memories and created new ones. And we will not regret leaving because we know that in our future we will have much joy and happiness and much to look forward to on this new road we are on… and as true Brazilians feel, Brazil will forever be in our hearts!

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About Alexandra

wife, lover, mother, sister, daughter, friend, teacher, blogger, scrap-booker, cross-stitcher, photographer, designer, multi-lingual speaker, dual-citizenship holder, world traveler, dreamer... hopeful, happy, blessed
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4 Responses to Moving Forward, Moving On, Moving Ahead

  1. Wade says:

    Also really liked your post about what you’re looking forward to back in France. Hope the move goes smoothly!

  2. Cheri says:

    Beautifully written Alexandra. Very touching.

  3. Catherine says:

    I love your writing…it has brought tears to my eyes…it is touching. And you sound like your mother when you say the move is building character for your children…your mother would say that all the time. And yes, you are rearing “global” children, just as your Mom & Dad reared “global” children, and what special people you both are!

  4. Maman says:

    May your adventures continue, your world open, your love grow, and your understanding of peoples continue…as always, we wish you & the family good tears, much love, patience and comprehension of your next environment – Love Maman

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