Well folks.
It has all come down to this. My last 16 days.
Amazing.
I’m amazingly overwhelmed.
You know? Moving is pretty darn stressful… and leaving your job is pretty darn stressful too… especially if you need to make sure you leave everything in perfect order so your successor can arrive and seamlessly pick-up where you left off.
With only 16 days left, I feel like I have a MILLION things to do. Well, not millions… but it certainly feels like an insurmountable amount of work. Here is a glimpse of my ToDo list:
1. Organize Work
As I mentioned above, I need to get things organized for my successor. And when I use the word ‘organized’, I really mean write a book explaining everything I’ve been doing for the last year, the current status of each project I’ve been working on, the initial directives and expectations of those projects, and what should be anticipate for those projects for the next week, two weeks, month… whatever. Basically, my job right now is to outline everything that might happen while my successor is recovering from jetlag and adjusting to her new surroundings.
At a one year post like Islamabad, we don’t really have the luxury of easing into our jobs and getting settled. You pretty much show up and do.
2. Ship Carpets
Well… I bought twelve carpets. I know! But they’re not all for me! Only four of them are for us… the rest I brokered for friends and family… and now I have to ship them… well… I’ve shipped all of them but two. I’m left with the two complicated ones; the heavy ones that have to go DHL International or more creative means of travel. I’m pretty sure one of them will end up going in a buddy of mine’s Household Effect shipment. His next assignment is in the States, so he’ll at least get it there and then I’ll need to arrange UPS shipping the rest of the way… to its actually final destination.
It has been quite the ordeal, but VERY fun and I have a ton of great carpet stories. I’ll try remembering to share those with you another time.
3. Buy Gifts
Sure, I might make my friends and family pay for their own rugs… but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to bring them something from Pakistan for free! So yeah… I’ve been running around all over the place looking for just the right items for my nieces, nephews, brother, parents, in-law, out-laws, you name it!
And due to my limited luggage allowance and my large immediate and extended family I’m pretty sure I’ll be shipping a couple boxes to strategic locations along our home leave itinerary.
4. Get Furniture Delivered
So… yeah… I’ve also had three pieces of furniture made. And the builder is going to be cutting it pretty close. A few days ago I checked in with him and he said, “Sir, two more weeks, two, maybe two and a half.” I said, “The movers come in a week and a half. Can you get it done in a week and a half?”
“Sir, we will try our best, but cannot promise.”
Me: “Well, please try, because if the furniture isn’t delivered in a week and a half, I won’t be buying them.”
I’m confident it will all be finished and delivered on time… but the delay doesn’t make me feel good.
5. Pack House
Yeah… so my pack out is in a week and a half. How insane is that???!???!
6. Finish ‘The Chair’ Story.
Errr… I might have to put that off until Paramaribo.
6. Spend Quality Time with My Friends
Listen. I met some really amazing people here. Folks I hope I get to serve with again… and more accurately, folks I hope to SEE again. You never know! Heck, I just want the chance to introduce them to Serena and the boys and be able to say, “See! They’re real!”
Seriously though. In the Foreign Service you make friends for life. And I’ve made some very close friends here… and since I’m not much of a social butterfly, I have to remind myself, “JP, you need to take a time out and just be with your friends. Just take some time, relax and enjoy their company… because you might not see them again… ever.” Sad, but true.
Honestly, this has been such a strange year. It’s almost been like living in a make-believe world… but now as the year comes to a close; this make-believe world has become my normal; which makes the idea of going back to my REAL life, as a husband and father, all the more strange.
You kind of lose track of what’s real and what not.
But, I’ll tell you this.
It’s only going to take a couple hugs and kisses from Serena and the boys to remind me what’s REAL.
Them.
In 16 days I’ll be home.