This post appears as part of the current Expats Move Home series that chronicles our family’s journey transitioning from German to American life.
If you were born in North America any time in the last century, chances are you’re well-versed in Goodnight Moon. For those not in the know, it’s a classic tale of a child – or a bunny, in this case – bidding goodnight to each little thing in his room before he finally slips off to sleep.
Goodnight cow jumping over the moon.
Goodnight light, and the red balloon…
When it was time to leave Germany, we found ourselves in a similar story. Not goodnight, but Goodbye, Freiburg.
Goodbye favorite bicycle.
Goodbye salty, soft pretzels.
Goodbye closed-on-Sunday, and
Dreisam filled with pebbles.
Make a List – Check it Twice
Every member of the family will benefit from gradually saying goodbye to the 4 “p’s”: people, pets, places and possessions.
No, the trees that welcomed autumn and signaled spring each year aren’t going to hug you back (well, not literally anyway), and that creamy dark chocolate gelato you first tasted on a double date won’t last more than a few minutes.
The importance of closing chapters in each of your favorite spaces is not to be underestimated.
Places and Spaces
In the hubbub of packing and planning, I hurriedly scribbled a list of our favorite experiences, spaces, and literal things we as a family wanted to savor one more time. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t worth framing, but it was ours. Uniquely us.
Goodbye Limonade and Radler.
Goodbye Spielplatz, for now
And every Sunday thereafter.
But, it was home. The four, then the five of us shared 900 square feet and one toilet for four years. We hosted Thanksgiving for a score and squeezed in families of comparable size for the weekend. It was the only home our boys could remember.
Bit by bit, box by box, we said goodbye.
Goodbye elfin kitchen.
Goodbye windowless bathroom.
Goodbye you sweet neighbors,
And the sound of our laughter.
In an effort to not completely ignore our children while packing up our lives, we also dropped by the boys’ favorite parks.
Goodbye thrilling slides.
Goodbye ziplines, merry-go-rounds.
The dangerous ones were always the best.
Goodbye tall rope towers.
Goodbye gritty sand pits.
Clothed in Matschhose
Here my boys spent their hours.
We cycled together along the river. We strolled around the Marktplatz. We splurged on a fancy grill picnic in the park, all the while letting the camera do its work of recording each and every favorite.
Speaking of cameras, we also hired a photographer to shoot photos of us in the city that became so foundational to our family.
Goodbye ancient Münster,
Your steeple scraping the sky.
At least to your scaffolding
I’ll never have to say goodbye.
For several hours, our photographer captured glimpses of all the things we loved about Freiburg. Sure, the city is fabulous on its own. But, having a photographer there gave us the opportunity to freeze and remember ourselves in those spaces. The prints now hang in our new home, reminders of how we lived and what we loved in the city.
Life in Germany was often difficult, sometimes mercilessly so, but it was also remarkably beautiful. It is that part I choose to cherish, sometimes mourn, and will never forget.