Hi there. I am alive. I did make it through. I will not lie: it has been rough. There have been tears, and exploding microwaves, payments made in the nature of thousands of reais, broken glass, and promises unkept. Moving is never easy, but moving internationally is a whole other challenge. My husband is hoping that they let us out of the country tonight. We've been told for 2 years that our permanent visas have been approved, and our names have been published, but we haven't yet been called to go to the Policia Federal and pick up the documents. On December 23rd at about 4:00 pm, my husband realized that our "protocol" (i.e. little piece of paper that is very important) has expired, and there wasn't time to renew it. My hope is that this is not an issue to leave the country. But one never knows with these kind of things. So send up some good thoughts tonight at about 9:00 pm that it all get works out.
But we did get out of our apartment. We sold everything except for 12 suitcases and the cello. We delivered the car to it's buyer. We have no keys left. We have said goodbye lots of time, and laughed and cried with good friends. We are going to miss this place that has been home. With all it's challenges and cultural idiosyncrasies, it has been our home and and we made our place here. Before everyone wakes up this morning, I'm going to go into the kitchen and wash and cut a deliciously ripe Haden mango. I'm going to eat the whole thing by myself, celebrating realized dreams, and thanking God again for the all that I've been given.
