In early 2019 we decided we wanted to relocate to Germany. It was a decision that would not only further my career and improve my faltering German, but also allow us to travel a different continent for a few years.
In September of that year I was able to land a job at a company in Bochum, not far from where my dad grew up.
In December, while we were packing our possessions and giving away or selling the rest, an ominous chain of events was occurring halfway across the world.
When we hugged our parents goodbye at Logan Airport on the first of January 2020, we couldn’t imagine things would turn out quite the way they did.
So here we are, a little more than one year into a global pandemic. We postponed our wedding, and have not seen our families in person since that evening at the airport (with the exception of my dad who visited in February). We had hoped to soften the blow of our overseas move by visiting the States for a couple of weddings, but those fell through as well.
Relatively speaking, we have been very lucky. My job is stable and we have stayed healthy, as have our families. Things could be much worse, and we were able to make the most of the time “between the lock-downs”.