I’ve concluded that arriving to a new overseas assignment
with the State Department is much like going through the Army’s boot camp. You are initially stripped of all your
belongings (except two suitcases and a carry one). You are only given the bare minimum needed to survive (a
welcome kit). You get the run
around by all sorts of installers, repairmen, and GSO service providers who are
apathetic to the struggles you are facing. It sometimes appears that they have colluded and are
enjoying putting you through the painful initiation process as they say things
such as, “we need you to fill out all eight forms again,” or “the previous
tenants did just fine without a door handle on their front door.” For the first few days, adjusting is
difficult and you continually ask yourself, “is this job worth all this trouble.”
Within a few days, you begin to experience small
victories. You venture outside the
empty, echoing house to visit the nearby grocery store. It takes a while to figure out the
labels on the strange products, understand people’s accents, and make sense of the
funny-looking money in your pocket, but in the end, your fridge is
stocked. Then, you get a cell
phone that makes you feel less vulnerable and more in control. Afterwards, you find a Wi-Fi hot spot
and e-mail your family to let them know you are alive and arrived at your
destination. Each day that follows brings a few more minor accomplishments such
as getting a log-on at work, making a friend, and learning who is helpful and
who is unhelpful at work.
After a couple more days, you start to see more signs of normalcy. The kids have their first play
date. Everyone’s comfort items
arrive; for me, it was my guitar. The first sign that you have passed through
the worst is when your son goes a day without saying, “I
want to go back home.”
Before hanging up the “Mission Accomplished” banner across
your new home, you wait for the kids to get in school and for your shipment of
belongings to arrive. However, you
feel a sense of progress and competence when a new arrival walks into work and
asks, “How do I turn on the water heater at home?"
1 comment:
On to the next adventure, I see! Boy, that sounds rough. I wont complain about moving 5 times in the last 2 years, since it was never oversees or foreign.
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