As time continues marching on, the idea of being apart from Bethany is, in some ways, becoming more and more… normal. Stateside, I’ve adapted my routine to accommodate the fact that she is in China. We’ve got set times that we try to be online to communicate with each other, and we still send emails back and forth. Part of it still feels surreal to me. As if to say, “Are we REALLY going to do this? Are we REALLY going to live in China for two years and serve the people there?”
That’s exactly what was going through my mind today as I purchased the plane ticket this morning. As I’ve been shopping around the last several days, I noticed the prices starting to increase every morning. So, eager to get a good deal, I made the decision. But right before I clicked to confirm the purchase, I stopped and thought, “Wow! Are we REALLY going to do this? Yes! Yes we are!” *Click!*
Now, granted, it’s a little late to be asking that question – Bethany’s been there for a week and a half, for crying out loud! But, up until this point, I’m not sure it was truly “real” to me.
Don’t get me wrong – we’ve been preparing for this. From filling out paperwork, to stressing over passports and visas, to packing things up and selling things off, to buying things specifically for the trip, to saying, “Goodbye” over and over, to putting in notices with the cellphone company, landlord, bank, and other important organizations…. We’ve been preparing! But it was something about making that $1100+ one-way purchase that moved this experience forward from “surreal” to a state of “real” for me. Apparently I couldn’t get that by putting my wife on a plane. I couldn’t get that by packing things up and selling them off. It took the commitment of a *click* for my brain to TRULY trigger “I am going!”
With a month and a half left Stateside, there is still much to do. We still need to move Bethany into a permanent Visa. I’m picking up her Official Transcript with her degree today to get that moving in the right direction. At that point, it’ll be my turn to get a Visa.
Until then, we’ll continue this weird “normalcy” of communicating on twelve hour increments while apart from each other. There is still much to be done, but we are moving forward. One day at a time, we’re moving forward.