So we asked our dear friends Sergio and Claudia if they would be willing to go along, with their truck, to haul our stuff to the US border. They were more than willing.
So, with two vehicles loaded down, we began our journey on Tuesday morning at 5 a.m. Our trip was basically uneventful and we arrived in good time to deal with the border crossing.
|Sergio and Claudia with their sleeping daughter Sarah|
However, our friends helping us till the border only got us to the border. Now what? We had looked into renting a U-haul, or some other rend-a-truck. But other plans transpired.
Our boys decided they needed a road trip and they just happen to own pick up trucks. So they invited some friends to join the party and made an event out of it - a road trip.
It actually made things better in several ways. Firstly, just getting to the USA and seeing our boys was priceless. But if you know our boys at all... they made our last good byes to our dear friends less painful because they are so crazy. I will leave that there, with a picture which is worth more than a 1000 words!
|The WallMart boys: Right to left: Mike, Ian Isaac, myself, Chris and Cy Wiebe|
We spent the night in Laredo and then headed to Corpus Christi, as they said being that close to the ocean warranted a visit. It was a little disappointing, and cold, but we took a day off to just hang out. Good relaxing day for us.
Words can't express how grateful we are for these guys coming down to get us. I only had to drive from Kleefeld to Steinbach, they did the rest! They were also just a blast, their craziness helped me to not just over think everything and cry.
Biggest highlight has been being with our sons. We have actually moved in with Chris, our youngest. Strange to live in "his' place, while being the parents. His house, his rules, etc. Some adapting, and setting boundaries for ourselves. But so nice to be able to cook and do laundry for him.
The worst part was cleaning at three places. First, at our GDL home, which we turned over at the end of March. Then a lighter cleaning of Reimer's house, where we lived for the month of April. Then, arriving at Chris's condo... well, let's just say it needed some TLC (from a mother's point of view). Not to mention that we had our 'junk' all over his space.
Moving form a 3 bedroom, two story house with walk-in closets, to a small condo, has been a bit of a stretch. But we are so thankful that he took us in and we don't need to make any huge decisions immediately.
We have two weeks to recoup and look after logistics, following which we both have new jobs.
We are going through reverse culture shock. We are 'home' but we are not. We are grieving. We are hurting. But we will adapt, and with time will fit back in. We covet your prayers as we walk this new journey called adjustment.