Still here in the Hilton Garden Inn Refugee Camp in Woodlands, Tx, outside of Houston. We are virtually living out of our suitcases. Some measly little African dictator and his minions are holding our possessions hostage in Equatorial Guinea, West Africa. Will we ever go back; only God knows.
Jim has strong faith; mine waivers. "In everything give thanks for this is the will of God. . ." I still cannot believe this has happened. Things were going along well, Jim loved his work, and I was finally adjusting to being a full time housewife, then Customs went through our shipment, looked at Jim's books and decided he was trying to foment a coup d'etat! Marathon whisked us out of the country with a 24 hour notice; I was literally throwing stuff in our suitcases. Jim encouraged me to pack as if we wouldn't be back. But I truly didn't think that would happen. I thought this would get resolved in a week or so. We had been scheduled to go on hiatus in Mallorca, Spain, so one week was OK. Jim thought it was best we go back to the US, just in case things didn't work out, and we would be spending tons of $$$. So, we spent a week with John, Jim's brother, in Dallas, and his wife Angel (who is truly that)! Then I flew to Mother's in Tennessee while Jim drove to Houston to report to Marathon and AMPCO here.
We are now into our third week of this mess, and I just want resolution. Apparently, everyone and his uncle are involved in the negotiations. As of now, Marathon isn't promising us we will go back, so our entire lives have been turned upside down in less than five months.
Lesson learned-make plans but be aware things can change on a dime-especially if you choose to live in a West African country. America is still the greatest nation on earth. At least we can read what we want without being punished-thus far.
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