But the days are numbered.
I've been contemplating a clever and fun way of announcing this, and frankly just put it off. I'm wondering even now as I type this who I haven't told from my "real life" and sadly will be finding it out on my blog.
We've known all these years that someday we would be returning to the United States. And now the opportunity to return to Minnesota has come and we're taking it. It's happening crazy fast and I won't pretend I'm not overwhelmed and a little panicked.
In the most wonderful ironic way, on top of it all, I've been offered an exhibition of my artwork in a Nuremberg gallery. I'll have to share more about this incredible place later, but you can imagine the chaos that's going on behind the scenes here as I try to arrange a way to leave a body of work that really represents my time in Germany.
Privately I've been trying to keep stuff stable and cool for our 4-year-old while gently explaining how this is all going to go down. And although I've moved internationally twice before, I've never done it with a kid. Lars has informed us he'd like a white house and a red car when we get to Minnesota. So I'm paying his ass off with a yo-yo today. Hopefully we can find a blue one which is apparently a very important aspect of the request, or all hell is going to break loose. I already envision my afternoon at the toy store trying to explain in German that I need a BLUE yo-yo because my kid doesn't have a WHITE house or a RED car.
Every few minutes I stop everything and Shazam a favorite song so I can compile my playlist that will take me back here when I will inevitably miss it. For now my evenings have been getting spent with friends who've crowned me the local Wine Princess, taught me some recipes I've been insisting I need to learn, (including a batch of inedible pretzels) and drinking too much wine while eating too much cake. Let's pray I do get famous, because I demonstrated raunchy dance moves while wearing my most horrible "Oma Apron" and my friends took photos. Then we can look forward to that coming back to haunt me in the tabloids someday. But really. Why be good when it's so fun to be bad?
This cake, from my friend who hosted the Royal Wedding Party brought me to tears. Then I pulled myself together and ate a fat slab - the one with the Union Jack in it - because that was the first stop in my European adventure nearly nine years ago. You can guarantee I'll be working my way around the rest of it this weekend, one stop at a time until all I'm left with are paper flag toothpicks and a belly ache.
Since it will be sooner than later that I can no longer use my signature sign-off, I've been thinking about what I will be replacing it with. Because even though I won't be "TJ in Germany" there's bound to be a little bit of German-ness in me...just as there was always a little bit of Minnesota in me the whole time I was here.
So there it is. The news is out. xxx TJ in Transition