Cati and I are packing up the girls and moving to Germany for a about three years or so. We’re excited about the new country, culture, and language, but we’re also a bit ambivalent about it. We’ll be leaving our much appreciated friends and community here in New Jersey, but we have every intention to return.
The new language is daunting to us both, but we are starting lessons next week in hopes of getting up to speed. The worst part (for me) about learning a new language, is the always-being-wrong part. It’s exhausting and frustrating. I’m barely fluent with Spanish, so naturally, I still get things wrong and struggle for vocabulary ALL THE TIME; literally, every day. Just today I learned the Spanish word for rocking chair [it's mecedora]. It’s frustrating to me that I am approaching 40-years-old and have the Spanish vocab of a slow Spanish kindergardner– yeah, it’s humbling alright. And lucky for us, Cati and I get to start all that again with a new language– German.
Last week we went on a house-hunting trip to Deutschland. We found a nice place. Here are some photos of the trip.