Except for our piles of luggage and the few things in the fridge which will be taken to my mom's this evening, our house is empty. It is strange to walk in there. The movers have taken everything and parceled our belongings into air freight, sea freight and storage. We have the clothes on our backs and in our suitcases. Not much else.
Papa's car was sold and since my mom is getting my car, her car was sold too. There are three adults and one child carpooling in one car for the next day and a half. Everyone feels rather stranded I think.
The thing of it all is that I've been planning for this week for months now. I've sorted through boxes in the attic. I've bought lots of new clothes, toys and shoes to take with us. I made the reservations for our hotel room. I planned for everything up until Friday. And now I find myself quite uncertain of what is possible to do on Saturday when we arrive in Dakar. Unpack I suppose. Clean up around the house if that hasn't been done already. Call one of the housekeepers that has come highly recommended to see if she can stop by so we can interview her. And then what? Sunday we will have brunch at our host family's home. Perhaps start exploring our neighborhood after that? Figure out how to start our life in French? I'm just not sure what comes next and that is rather unsettling. I will just try to take Gusi's lead; make sure he's got what he needs and try to find him some entertainment for the daily routine.
For the rest of the day I think Gusi and I will just chill at the pool.
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