I continued packing when I got back to the flat tonight. I had stopped at the Embassy post office during the day and picked up a couple of boxes. Apparently we get to ship things regular mail, rather than having to pay an international rate...at least that is what it looks like. So instead of buying a new suitcase, I decided to ship a few boxes. If it turns out that I was wrong and I have to pay the international rate, then I will go to plan B.
This week is flying by. I have two more days of work; that's it. In some ways, it is hard to believe that I have been here six weeks already. I'm still learning new things every day and the work has never gotten old. Professionally, I could stay longer and continue to learn. I have had the great fortune of working in a supportive, welcoming, professional, caring, dynamic, environment. I will be sad to say goodbye to the people in the Consular section. But personally, in terms of my regular life, get me out of here. I miss my guys and the scale has tipped so that our personal sacrifice is not worth any professional gain at this time.