I’ve started sorting out my stuff for packing. I have six sets of dishes, four sets of silverware, half a dozen thermos, 50 cocktail plates, countless glasses, etc. etc. I can’t remember now how I accumulated these things. I’ve discovered a poetry book given to me by an old friend, I cried. Oh, I needed a haircut … got to get rid of platters, books, old shoes, old clothes …. I need to run to the grocery store. I have a long list to go. I’m repacking herstory in little boxes so I can go home. Somehow I find comfort reading Judie Pruett’s blog.
My plan was to do the one-year tour in Kabul and then go to another regular post, but again I was offered my dream job—worldwide rover. My things stayed in storage for the second and third year while I worked temporarily in nine different locations, filling in staffing gaps. In fact, the things I had shipped to Kabul were now in storage, too, as I was down to two suitcases—period!
In Culture shock, she writes about one part and parcel of international relocation: