I’m waiting for the movers to come pick up our final shipment. The closer we get to departing, the more our apartment looks more and more as is did when we arrived: bare, tackily appointed with ugly polyester loaner furniture, and now, void of window coverings.

I would have never guessed that this place would feel like such a home in every sense of the word. True fact: We’ve been married more than 18 years, but we’ve never resided at one address as long as we have at VirginiaStraße 3, Apartment 2, Wiesbaden, Germany. And though it was home, I won’t miss this apartment a bit. It’s drafty, noisy, and the layout is ridiculous (unless you want to go bowling in our hallway, in which case, it’s awesome!)

What I will miss, other than our friends of course, is our city. And scrolling through photos like these makes it clear which building I’ll miss the most…

Wiesbaden Marktkirche

Luisenplatz and Bonifatiuskirche

World’s Largest Cuckoo Clock

Erbenheim

Biebrich Schloss

Russisch-Orthodoxe Kirche der heiligen Elisabeth

Wiesbaden Kurhaus

Hotel Nassauer Hof

Kaiser Wilhelm II

Pot of gold?

Ringkirche

Russisch-Orthodoxe Kirche der heiligen Elisabeth

Roman Wall Heidenmauer

Sternschnuppenmark

Big D’s favorite spot in town, Bäckerbrunnen, a.k.a. “The Double Secret Probation Bar.”

Wilhelmstrasse

Wiesbaden flag mosiac

William of Orange

Wiesbaden Kurhaus

Domäne Mechtildshausen

Vielen Dank und auf Wiedersehen, Wiesbaden.