Category Archives: Expatriation

The Rapture Hasn’t Occurred, but I Am Left Behind (for now)

As Raul commences his adventure in Germany, life still goes on back in Saint Louis but with an acute emptiness that was not present before.

We both have had to take responsibility for tasks that were the other’s before. In our marriage, it has generally been more efficient to divide up the labor. I do the cooking, for example, and Raul is in charge of our investments. Now we both have to do some things that we either did not desire to do in the past or that we are not accustomed to. Raul is now forced to cook for himself, and I had to retrieve some items from deep in the closet, a place I’m scared to go! We are both making sacrifices.

In the end though, despite the utter sorrow and profound pain of separation, in addition to those more trivial matters, we believe it will be worth it, in order to take advantage of this opportunity that will help us to effect our long-held dream of living abroad.

Munich will not make a perfect home, nor do I believe such a place exists, but it is one part of a fascinating world that we are eager to know.

Day One

My first day at the office was exciting. I met Radu, Diane, and William. I met Helmut yesterday after his wife Erika picked me up from the airport. Björn was also in the office today, and he cooked lunch for everyone. It was sausage with bread and a sauce/topping of diced tomatoes and maybe curry?

The office

The office

Tomorrow morning, Björn and I are going to the Kreisverwaltungsreferat to register my residence (Abmeldung), and get a work permit.

Here are my temporary accommodations, in the room adjacent to the workstations:

Guest room

Guest room

Guest room - desk

Guest room – desk

One Way Ticket

Today, I depart my home in St Louis, Missouri, United States, to settle in Munich, Bavaria, Germany. The last fortnight has been been a hustle of packing, moving, and goodbyes with friends and family.

My cubicle at my former job is cleaned out and ready to welcome its next vassal. No personal traces remain, other than the two portrait-oriented monitors I let stay turned.

I will arrive in Munich on Sunday morning, to be welcomed by the wife of one of my future coworkers, and I will be taken to my temporary guest room to get settled in. I start work the next day.

There are countless final, irrevocable crossroads. Even though I plan to visit the US at least yearly, I can scarcely imagine when I will see all of my wonderful friends again. Their lives will continue, just as mine, only now we will be separated by an ocean. I will miss my dear parents, brother, sisters-in-law, and mother- and father-in-law.

Most precious to me are the last days, hours, moments with my wife, until we see each other again in July. She will travel to Madrid, Spain in June, to do research for two weeks, then spend a month in Munich with me. I can’t wait!