The Surprise I was not Expecting (No, I'm not pregnant)

After recuperating from jetlag and the vomits, were were finally able to start enjoying our relaxing month of a summer break in the States. One day while making hair barrettes to match J's uniform on the family room floor of my parents' house (forest green is difficult to find), I was stunned when K walked in from work to tell me I might not want to make any more. I thought he was just being rude and insinuating that I was making too many. I only had 3 completely done. A girl needs multiple ones when she wears a uniform 5 days a week! "I'm serious," he said, "we might not be going back to Belgium." My heart stopped as quick as my jaw dropped. Where on earth did this come from? We were in the clear to enjoy another school year of traveling during breaks, driving my princess company car, having coffees and lunches with girlfriends, living in Europe!

After a silent few seconds, he said, "You don't want to come back to the States? Do you?" No, not really. You see, to live abroad (for me at least) I need to prepare mentally, psychologically, and emotionally for this. I know it sounds snotty, but this is a girl who has not ventured far from home. It's not like Belgium is a third world country or anything, but still, it's away from family (my 87 year old grandma is NOT getting any younger), all in french (which we still have not even begun to master), and sometimes can take 3 times as long to get simple tasks accomplished because of the language barrier and cultural differences. For me, I just have to prepare myself and remember that the US is not perfect either. AND I WAS PREPARED! We were in the process of booking and paying for an African safari for Christmas, and were thinking of skiing in February. Visiting Ireland needed to fall somewhere in there too. I was thilled to be coming back to Belgium for another year!

It turns out his old boss resigned leaving K as the leading candidate for a promotion. I'm thankful for the blessing of my husband's bosses finding favor with him, but I still was prepared for Belgium.

Well, the funny thing is my husband asked while packing our suitcases for our visit if he would need a suit for anything. Hindsight is 20/20 that's for sure. $700 later (tall boys just can't wear any suit), along with endless nights of preparing for interviews, we found out indeed K did receive the promotion, only 5 days before our plane was to leave for Belgium. Quickly, our flights were pushed back to the next Wednesday so we could house hunt. I was eager to find a house so we would have the comfort of knowing which school the kids would attend.

Saturday was our Amazing Race day to find a house. Our realtor informed us she was taking us to more houses than she had ever shown in one day. Good. We needed one badly! After walking through 11 houses, I wanted to just cry with frustration. Either the kitchens weren't big enough for us to comfortably eat as a family on a kitchen table, or the basements were built 20+ years ago and K couldn't even stand up straight in them. I thought we'd just have to settle on one that kind of worked. After discussing our frustrations with my parents, it dawned on us that we didn't have to settle. If we needed to, we could just live in an apartment for a few months until we found a house in which we ALL fit.


Sunday consisted of church and then more house hunting by means of open houses in the area. That proved productive since we did find one that pleased every member of the family. So, we quickly put an offer in on the house and made plans for our return to close. The next few weeks would be just as crazy going on our northern Baltic cruise we had planned months prior, returning to Belgium to pack up the house, and moving back home again to Indiana.