Wow, its 2017. I started this blog in January 2010. At the time, I was fairly sure we were headed into the Foreign Service. Ha!
We have moved on from the Foreign Service. The dream has passed. That boat has floated. That dog won't hunt. The porch light's on but no one's home. We have thrown away the FSO Books and Oral Assessment prep paperwork in the basement. Now our basement has a pool table and ping pong table. And a couch. And X-Box. Our kids are securely planted in their schools here in suburban America. We have three kids, all teenagers, two dogs, two cats and a hamster. And stuff. Lots of stuff.
It has been a tough handful of years. My husband started thinking about joining the FS when my oldest son was in 3rd grade. He's in his junior year in high school now. During that time my husband has passed the FS exam and Oral Assessment three times and was added to the PD register three times. He was on "the list" but not high enough to get called. He spent money on brushing up his German skills. But. Nope. No FS for us.
The limbo time was hard. Not knowing to just stop wishing and planning for a different life, the FS life and to just be calm, to be here. To enjoy now. To stop worrying. I am a good worrier. Skilled.
