Mesa Arizona, October 2013 -- In limbo and happy about it (Miranda mores than anyone) |
About three weeks ago I exhaled for what felt like the first
time in over six months. I know that in the grand scheme of things, six months
is not a particularly long time, but holding your breath for half a year feels like
an eternity. In late fall of 2012 we decided that our time in Abu Dhabi was
coming to an end. This was not an easy decision. We had many friends in the
city and had grown to love the region in a way that is hard to express. Our
three years in Abu Dhabi changed us and brought us closer together as a family
in a way that no other place could have. Every time I see someone in a head
covering or hear something in the news about the Middle East, I ache a little.
However, it was important for our children to have a sense of their own culture
and family was just too far away. I still hope to go back one day, but so
little of my life has actually gone the way that I planned it that I can’t
cling to much to my intentions.
One of our last family shots in Abu Dhabi. |
Too many friends left behind to count. |
In May,
Julie and the kids left me to sort out our worldly possessions and returned to
the US to spend time with her family. It was a long six weeks apart, but we
were both busy and, in the end, came away from our time apart with a better
understanding of how poorly we do apart. It’s an important understanding to
have.
After a few
delays, we were together again by the end of June. For the first week or so we basked in the
bliss of togetherness. We traveled from Rexburg to Seattle seeing friends along
the way from Abu Dhabi and from our time in Moscow. We also were able to spend
a great few days with my sister and her family on idyllic Whidby Island.
Driving through the mountains and valleys, America had become new again to us
and everything was right in the world. Then we stopped moving. When you’re on
the move, you only really think about the next stop. Anything beyond the next
city is too far in the future to really consider. When you stop moving, that’s
when you take inventory.
My Mom and
Step-Dad had volunteered their home in Arizona for us to use while we sorted
through things like immigration, re-culturization and figuring out what to do
with the rest of our lives. It was that last part that was probably the most
problematic. There was so much for us to do to close the chapter on our Abu Dhabi
experience that what thought we gave to the future was fairly abstract. I had
applied for a few jobs, but was unable to pursue anything aggressively because
I had let my green card lapse many years before. So, soon after we settled into
Arizona, we sent in the necessary paperwork after wrestling with what forms
went where. After getting our paperwork in, we were told that we’d have a few
weeks to wait for my work authorization. I believe the immigration officer’s
exact words were, “Enjoy the next twelve weeks off.”
One of the
best things I did was enroll in a couple of extra classes for my doctorate. It
kept me busy and, more importantly, when people asked me what it was I did, I
could reply ‘Full time student’ instead of ‘full time schlub.’ It’s the little
things that keep us sane. There was also a pool in my mother’s community that
kept the kids active and a fantastic martial arts school that allowed us to
find a little bit of exercise and routine in our lives. Liam enrolled in early
morning seminary which at least got us out of bed every morning and we were
welcomed by the ward even though we could be gone at any moment. Julie was
called to the nursery, Liam became one of the ward organists and I tried to
help out as a ward missionary. We did our best to dig in as much as you can
while living out of suitcases in someone else’s home.
One of the things that kept us sane was Tae Kwon Do a couple of times a week. |
The summer was hot
(though we had experienced hotter) and we were busy enough to not focus solely
on the waiting. Our purgatory was broken up for me by a short trip to Florida
for a job interview where I also got to see my brother and his family along
with my mom and stepdad who happened to be there at the same time (not as much
of a coincidence you might think given their travel habits). We also took a
trip to Utah to welcome Julie’s nephew home from his mission and to spend some
time with my cousin Liz and the rest of the Lambert clan. Towards the end there was a great visit from
our friends the Kirchners, a wonderful trip to Sedona with Mom and Mike and
then a last minute trip to visit Julie’s cousin Katie and her family in Yuma.
Even though I feel like we made the
most of our time in Arizona, the one constant of that experience was the
feeling of waiting for our lives to begin. It was difficult to commit to
anything more than a week or two in the future because so much was dependent on
what came down from the folks at immigration. So, while we were in Sedona I
finally got notice that my work authorization had been approved and that when
we went from our personal form of suspended animation to having our lives shift
into high gear. It was a whiplash inducing change. Only by listing the
specifics of that last week in Arizona will you begin to appreciate just how
quickly our entire lives were changed. On November 19th, I found out
my work authorization was approved. On Monday the 25th, I received a job offer from Santa Fe College
as an instructional designer. That afternoon I rented a Uhaul trailer and by
6:00 am Tuesday morning we were on the road to Gainesville. It was a relatively
unremarkable trip. We pulled into Gainesville Friday afternoon and signed a
short-term lease by midday. By Saturday we had most of our furniture in place
(some might think it a blessing to be shopping for housewares on Black Friday
weekend—it wasn’t). Monday, I started work and we all started the business of
settling in.
I know I’m still in the honeymoon
phase of things, and coming off a relatively long stint of unemployment may
also color my view, but so far I’m pretty excited to be where I am doing what
I’m doing. Although I’ve appreciated many of the jobs I’ve had over the years,
I can’t remember the last time I anticipated going in to work.
We’re going to be here a while.
It’s nice to know that there’s not another move on the horizon. One of the best
things about going to church is being able to tell people that we’re not going
anywhere soon. I can’t say that I know exactly what tomorrow holds, but I can
say that I no longer fret about the future in the ways that I’ve fretted about
the future in the past.