My husband said this to me last night as we ended our conversation; when he said it, he giggled, and I so wish I could play that sound for the world to hear–or at least over and over again for my own satisfaction.
Soon is 29 days away. Within those next 29 days, I must finish my year plan and write out in full my first unit, with my goal being to write out my first two. All but one suitcase is packed already, and I need to get that packed so that I can practice getting it all on the luggage cart quickly–I don’t want to be the jerk who holds up customs because she travels with four suitcases.
That in and of itself is interesting–four suitcases to bring my life with me, all the things I need and some of the things I want, plus items for my husband. I have never brought more than one suitcase with me, so among the many things I have found to worry about, I am concerned about moving so many suitcases through customs and whether or not they will try to make me pay a duty on my own possessions, thinking I am bringing them in to sell.
I am starting to have a picture of my life in Pachuca; receiving my housing assignment has done a great deal in moving my future from the abstract to the concrete. I now have ideas about how I will get to and from work each day, I know where I can get quick and cheap food on my way home, I found where I will be getting my copies for school made, and I have located a hopeful location for a market that is within walking distance.
Also within walking distance is the futbol stadium. I can see us walking to games together, cheering on our team, and him hopelessly trying to explain the rules to me. I wonder what snacks are sold in the isles of a Pachuca futbol stadium and how different they are from those sold at a St. Louis baseball game.
I see parties in the plazas, festivals celebrating concepts completely foreign to me, catching the “rodeo”, and my first bull fight at Plaza del Toros. In each of these scenes, I see him next to me, happy that I am there and happy to be sharing these moments with me.
There are not-so-foreign moments that I am seeing as well. Trips to the movies, teaching him how to bowl, evening spent cuddled on the couch while I work and he relaxes to his favorite show. They are events that have always been a part of us but have been absent from our lives for over a year.
Each of these moments–and more that I cannot even begin to imagine–are a promise unstated in the words, “See you soon.” So much left to do before I go, so much waiting for me when I do. And only 29 days in-between.