I have found the perfect excuse.
Two days ago a woman from my church in Grand Rapids called to see if I would be interested in helping out with children’s church for the summer. As much as I would love to spend every other other Sunday morning corralling excited pre-schoolers, I had to decline. “I’ll actually be moving to Ukraine on June 18th.” That sort of ends the discussion.
Door-to-door satellite t.v. salesman: It looks like you’ve got a prime location for a satellite here. And I’ve got some really good deals.
Me: That’s great, but I’m moving soon.
Salesman: That’s no problem; we can move the satellite across town.
Me: I’m actually moving to Ukraine.
(He slowly backs away.)
Salesman: I don’t think we have service there.
And there was the the time a (really very wonderful) non-profit called to see if I had more time to volunteer in the next year. “I’ll actually be in Ukraine this next year.”
I bet that’s not one they hear every day.