It's Time to Go and See the World

I grew up living like a nomad. My parents are diplomats so every few years we'd move country, sometimes continent, pack everything up, shove it into a container and start over in a new place. I've grown to love living almost like a local but never quite belonging. But not everyone would be thrilled to find out their next posting might be Prague, or Dushanbe, or Lima. So when I decided that I wanted to give it a shot and see I would get accepted at the German Federal Foreign Office, I needed Adam to be on board. 

Both of us have moved a lot, especially in the last few years. So while "collecting passport stamps for a living" was only a hypothetical idea that we first discussed over Tapas in Gran Canaria, we were both not opposed to me giving it a shot. To be honest, I didn't really want to get my hopes up. The application process is lengthy and quite challenging so until November rolled around neither of us was counting on this actually happening. One Sunday I brought up the possibility again, but rather than delving deep into rabbit holes of possibilities we dropped the topic again. 

But then, less than 24 hours later, this little maybe suddenly became very palpable. I hadn't been expecting any response for at least a few more weeks, but an innocent looking email had found its way into my inbox. I checked it, bracing myself for the rejection, opened the attached document, skimmed over two pages of text, and it hit me: I got in. WAHEY! 

I am pretty sure I was in shock when I called Adam to share the news. We've had to make a lot of tough and important decisions about jobs, homes, and the next couple of years in general. In March I'm moving to Berlin to study and get some hands on experience. Later in the year my first posting as an intern awaits. Where to? I have no idea! I just know that I am very thrilled about the many opportunities the future holds. I hope I get to share many memories and stories on here.