The short catch-up is that I took the job in Kabul and moved there the first week in November. Ten days later I left for R&R. Spent my first 5 days home in bed sick with some horrible something. Then started packing.

Rescue #1 – My very dear mother made the 4 hr trip to Portland to help me pack.

Rescue #2 – Aunt Janet (mom’s sister) arrived at my house packing boxes & vacuum cleaner in tow.

Rescue #3 – Cousin Todd arrived with his truck / trailer and two day laborers who got me 90% moved into storage within 4 hours.

Rescue #4 – When my trusty Jeep broke down on the last trip to the storage a dear friend (who shall remain nameless) rescued me from a $200 tow with her AAA card.

Rescue #5 – My best girlfriend & her husband helped me get to my family’s home in So. Oregon by lending me their car.

Rescue #6 – My family (mom, dad, brother & aunt) showed up at my house for 36 hours to clean, pack & repair my home

Honestly, I’ve never been rescued quite so much in my life! You could even say that this trend continued at the airport when I checked in my 68lb bag. Not only was United able to get all of my bags checked through to Kabul…they waived the overweight fee!

I’m hoping this trend of needing to be rescued ends here in Portland. The kind of rescuing I may need in Kabul is the sort I’d rather avoid all together!