I hate change. No really, it messes me up. When my favorite websites get a "new look" it takes me a while to forgive them and visit again. When I commute, I have to take the same route every day or I'll be totally off. I do not use an alarm clock. My eyelids just know when to open. I'm the type of person who marries a routine. And never cheats.
But for some reason changing countries always feels exciting. I moved to Egypt and then Congo without visiting either place. And without knowing a soul. When
everything changes it's far easier than just one thing being different.
So here we go again. We're leaving Congo after six of the best years of our lives. In June we'll take our last flight from the place we started our family. The only home our children have known. As Mama Youyou has told us over and over, "No one is happy about this." It's true. It's horribly sad and I will probably self-medicate to make it through all the goodbyes.
In fact, last week I wrote about leaving Congo on World Moms Blog and Adam gave me a hard time for writing such a depressing post.
Check it out here. I'll be referring to the supportive comments folks left there from now until our departure. (Thank you, World Moms!)
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But as a dear friend said when she left us doubled over in sadness upon her exit from Congo:
This was never meant to be permanent.
And so we can't stay here forever. The time feels right to move on.
After our usual visit to the States this summer, we'll pack up and head to Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso. And since we're switching countries, we may as well change our careers while we're at it. Adam and I will be the Country Representatives for
Mennonite Central Committee, and our children will go to work charming the locals so we can make friends. They can already pronounce the words "Ouagadougou" and "Burkina Faso" so that's one hurdle crossed.
We've seen pictures of our future house, we have a nanny lined up (
sigh), and all four of us will visit Ouaga in a few weeks. In some ways, it feels like we've already transitioned. It is truly a weird time in our lives.
I don't know much about Burkina Faso. But unlike the other places I've moved, I
have been there before. Strangely, about 12 years ago I passed through Ouagadougou with friends on the way to Mali. And I kid you not, I had a dream about coming back there to live with Adam. Unfortunately I didn't take my premonition seriously enough to size up the place for its functionality of moving there with two children.
Luckily, many expats in Congo have also lived in Burkina. So we've been mining them for information. When we mention our move the most common words we hear are:
- integrity
- hot
- friendly
- motorcycles
- strawberries
Let's compare that to the most common words we hear when we tell people we live in Congo:
- dangerous
- humid
- potholes
- Ebola
- why?
Clearly, we love Congo despite its reputation. But Burkina sure sounds like a great place too.
I know you're wondering...yes Jill and her family are leaving Congo too. She'll write about their change in due time. And no, we don't know about the future of Mama Congo, which feels like another one of our best friends here. Dear readers: Do you have any suggestions?
But let's get to the most important part of this post - Do we have any readers in Burkina Faso? If so, will you be my friend?
