Wow! It has already been a week since my last (first and only) post. Well, once I learned I was offered a position in India, I did what any rational person would do, I promptly went on vacation. Actually, the vacation was planned quite some time ago and it just so happened that this was the week. A little camping, a little sand dune driving, some Euchre with the kids (for the non-Michigan people, this is a card game). Oh yeah and breaking the news to everyone we know (well, almost everyone anyway) that we will be moving to India for two years. Once the kids knew (ref: last post) telling everyone else was just a breeze (like just let the kids lead off every conversation). My wife and I are very active in our church community and the news spread like someone lit a fuse in the building (and my wife's youth group members started texting others outside the building like mad).
So the cat is officially out and our vacation is about to officially come to an end, so back to the business of figuring out how/when to get this ball rolling next week.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Wacko
I promised myself I would create a blog to chronicle this crazy adventure my family and I are about to go on. You see, I have accepted a new job (same company, new job) that will send us all to live in India for two years.
Now that my wife and I have come to grips with it (or have we?), we let the kids in on the "plan" last night. The kids were alternately very excited and worried and happy and sad in somewhat rapid succession. Here is a good one, straight from my 11 year old son, when I asked the kids if they knew what they call people who move to a foreign country to live and work. Before I could finish, my son immediately offered "wacko?" I was going for expatriate of course. Wacko indeed... Well, three kids down, next up will be telling the two sets of parents, our friends, neighbors and co-workers... Stay Tuned.
Now that my wife and I have come to grips with it (or have we?), we let the kids in on the "plan" last night. The kids were alternately very excited and worried and happy and sad in somewhat rapid succession. Here is a good one, straight from my 11 year old son, when I asked the kids if they knew what they call people who move to a foreign country to live and work. Before I could finish, my son immediately offered "wacko?" I was going for expatriate of course. Wacko indeed... Well, three kids down, next up will be telling the two sets of parents, our friends, neighbors and co-workers... Stay Tuned.
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