We have been working on this transition for several months, all the way back to May when we were first formally given the opportunity.  Each day has had its share of frustrations and accomplishments.   Some more than others.   Last Wednesday we met with  the school.  They had put Josh and Sarah on a waitlist and told us not to expect to get them in until the end of the year.    Instead, one student left suddenly and Sarah was in.  The wonderful principal at the school didn't feel  good about accepting one sibling without the other, so they waived the rules and let Joshua in.    That was a good day.   So good that we ordered pizza and ice cream for dinner then went swimming at the hotel pool after it was supposed to be closed.  I was in such a good mood that I jumped in with the kids, even though my swimming shorts are still in the sea container.

Other days, like yesterday (Thursday) are the opposite, from the frustration of getting the air shipment out of jail to problems with house hunting and car renting to finding out the hard way that all of the electrical outlets in my hotel room are on the same circuit as the air conditioner (and that plugging in a 500 watt converter is just too much ).   We have been in mental and physical transition for the better part of 4 months.   We are all ready to settle down at something we can call home, and have it not change the next week.

That said, I am settling into a routine, we are up at about 6:00, try to be out the door by 7:30, drop the kids at school at 8:00, then I am in the office by 8:45.    I am typing this and answering all the emails I received overnight while in the car.    It is my goal to clear out my overnight emails by the time I reach the office.    The afternoon/evening ritual is not as worked out, but we are getting more consistent.

Amy bought a card reader yesterday, so I can get the pictures off the camera and post.   Amy also setup her blog today, I will link to it after she posts.

It has been a long, exhausting 10 days, but I am somewhat hopeful the worst is over.  The kids are in school, we are looking for houses and I have started working at the office.  I have time to post this from my Blackberry because I am at the airport cargo terminal.  We are trying to find my air shipment (including my computer) at the customs holding area. This place is crazy typical of India.  The first stop was the "Entry Pass Counter". I had to stop there to get a pass to get past security, but I didn't have a bill of shipment to prove I should go through.  After a few minutes I just walked in without a pass and found my shipping agent (who had the bill).   Now, they are saying that they can't find my boxes but to not worry as this is normal.

On the wall at that counter they had the instructions for getting your shipment through custom painted in big letters, running from ceiling to floor.  I was able to follow the first half of the instructions, but the lower half was covered in a wainscotting of thick brown spit.  Standard interior decorating for public places.

Anyway, I have no cell phones, despite hours of effort. We have no house despite days of searching (but this may change today). We have no car (except for the $125/day rental at the hotel. But we are here and not complaining. 

Four months of stress and planning are behind us.  We are at the airport and ready to go.   Our absurdly large baggage train almost caused problems.  We had 4 of 11 bags come within 3 pounds of being over the weight limit. 

Max and Abby are very tired, their little bodies burning adrenaline into the night trying to keep themselves awake.    As long as they sleep on the plane I don't care what they do in the terminal.  

The only other noteworthy item was going through security.  We realized in the airport parking garage that we could take an extra carry-on for Max.   We grabbed a small bag that had two blankets in it.  Nobody realized, and I forgot that I had put two cans of Monster in that bag.   We found out when Sarah ran the bag through security.   The TSA people got a good laugh out of Sarah's explanation that I have a really bad addiction to Monster and that I was worried about not having any in India. She was correct.


Max gets the last word (I handed the Backberry to him for a minute):

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Shawn

I have not posted because I have nothing to write about.   Our passports arrived last week, with the correct visa (and my wonderful, expensive 10 year Business and Tourist visas voided out).  On advice of the team handling the processing, we scheduled an extra week of time, just in case.  We call this "Risk Buffer" at work.  
Now we are spending a long week just waiting for time to pass.   Adventure delayed. 

Shawn

We are packed up, the sea container is loaded and storage is in the warehouse.  On Sunday I head to Los Angeles.  The only problem is our visas.  Instead of a business visa I need an employment visa.  The family needs an entry visa, even though the form says that those are only for people of Indian Origin. 

The paperwork for an employment visa is extensive and has taken all week to gather.  The application goes in on Monday and we decided to delay our departure until the 8th od September.  It is frustrating to not be moving forward and unable to go back.  

This week has been exhausting, working in the Arizona heat all week sure makes you appreciate your office job.   I have completely ignored work for the week to focus on moving.   I am very excited to leave the moving phase behind, even if there is a delay in getting to India. 

For now, I am enjoying my second to last Arizona sunset, sitting by the pool in the back yard of my empty house.



Shawn

One very big item crossed off the outstanding issues list:   Our passports arrived over the weekend while we were in Utah visiting family.   Now, I just need to get visa's of the kids.   The other big name items are:

Moving day week:  Starts on the 20th and runs all week.  

Immunizations: Wednesday

School Applications: Tonight, now that we have the passports.

Visa Applications: Tuesday.

Go crazy from the stress of it all: At any moment.

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Abby (our three year old) and I sat on the beach at Venice, the waves washing over our legs.  To our left planes took off from LAX.  The smaller 737's hooked around and headed east.  As Abby laughed at the waves I watched a Singapore Airlines 777 slowly drift off to the north west.  Mentally, I took that flight weeks ago.

I am nervous, much less than my family though. We are trading the easy for the difficult, known for the unknown.  I know that they will love or hate India in spite of my efforts to have them love it as I do.   We will start finding out in a few weeks.

From Blythe - on the high desert, heading back to Phoenix. 


Shawn

This is an update to a post from a few years ago explaining my position on discussing or naming my employer.  

My position is still: I don't mention or discuss my employer.   My employer spends a lot of money to represent itself on the web and it is not part of my responsibilities to assist or augment that work.  I believe that each employee of a company has a responsibility to promote the success of their employer, and by extension to not link their employer to drivel that they post on their website.

I will however describe my company as a large multi-national corporation that is focused on insurance and financial services.   I manage 4 development teams focused on various systems used in financial services operations. 

In terms of this blog, I will use the alis of RBC (Real Big Company) to describe my employer.   My readership is drawn almost exclusively from co-workers so I ask you to respect my position and not disclose the name of my employer in comments.   I will delete comments that mention my employer by name.