Today is the day! In just a few hours, I’ll be off on one heck of a big adventure.
My apartment is as empty as it was when I first walked through the door. My little sister, who graced me with her presence here in DC, has left me to start an awesome new job at National Geographic. My patriotic Flag Day decorations have finally been taken down. And the veritable mountain of sunscreen in the corner of my living room has been whisked off to West Africa.
I’ve been in DC for ten months and have learned a lot. I speak Portuguese now and can ram a car through a barricade. I’ve finally mastered submitting a travel claim through the State Department’s online system and know which vending machines at FSI accept credit cards. I’ve single-handedly fixed three State Department printers, can [maybe] detect a fraudulent passport, and can [somewhat] patch up a bullet wound. I’m now able to eyeball when a pile of my belongings weighs about 200 lbs and discuss U.S. visa ineligibilities at length. I can issue both U.S. passports and visas and am a pro at getting vaccinations. Most importantly, I can finally go through the diplomats line at JFK.
I’ve spent the past few weeks seeing family and friends, both old and new. I’ve shopped and sorted and packed and repacked yet again. I’ve taken long walks that smell of fall and have found a home for all my house plants. I’ve annoyed my cats and squeezed in one last movie night with my family. I even managed to sneak in a New York City bagel.
It’s bittersweet to be leaving so many people and places behind, but as a wise bear once said, “how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” I must be even luckier than Pooh, because I don’t plan on saying goodbye at all. Rather… until next time!
4 thoughts on “Until Next Time!”
Go get ’em Gigi! I would love to have seen a post about learning how to ram a barricade! But that really brings home the seriousness of your new role! Lots of good luck and we look forward to many more posts!
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Thanks, Helene! And I do want to write up a post about the car training. That was a bonkers day!
Your energy and enthusiasm (and crazy super preparation) are just what we need in the FS. My dad began his career in 1955 when I was a baby, and the experiences we had in Europe and Latin America were a wonderful way to grow up . Can’t wait to read what happens next!
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That’s so sweet – I appreciate the kind comments! It sounds like you must have quite a few stories of your own. Thank you for following along!