The Inhulsens (Oma, Opa, Aunt Rie, Uncle Bep and Aunt Joe) arrive in America.
It’s been over nine months since my last post. And as I said in that post, it had been six months before that. I really do suck at blogging.
This pattern may continue but, today, I’ll pretend that it won’t. Why today? Because I’m putting off purging and packing our stuff.
In the last nine months, I changed jobs, lost my Oma and got pregnant. And now we’re moving to a new neighborhood.
Pregnancy is overwhelming. I’m often awake at night wondering how we will raise another human being. In a small two-bedroom apartment. In Los Angeles. And what opinions do we listen to. What brand of baby gadgets do we get. And will it all fit in our apartment. Where will we finally find a daycare. What will our baby girl look like. Will she be healthy. And how will we ever choose between gray and charcoal for the nursery.
And then I look at the photo above. And feel ashamed. And so ridiculously lucky at the same time.
My Oma had a lot of hardship and heartbreak throughout her 91 years. More than any of us even know about. She struggled through war. Through pain. She left loved ones. Left belongings. And she boarded a boat to a foreign country with only her husband, three children and faith.
She still managed to love and care for her family. She lived for her children and gave so much love. I am where I am because of her.
We have too much crap. In our houses. On the Internet. In our heads.
Time to purge and pack. And have faith.