Over the weekend, I spent some time thinking about how it doesn't quite feel like we're on the verge of something huge. It was just a normal weekend as far as I was concerned. Even when I came home and packed up three more boxes of stuff off the shelves of the living room on Sunday, it still didn't feel like much. [Ruthie, on the other hand, pointed out that she feels like we're doing more than we should for being gone only one year.]
But I think that might have changed since Sunday. Yesterday afternoon, right around 4p, the travel agent emailed me the reservations for the flight and rental car. I think that might've nicked the bell on the proverbial high striker carnival game when that email came in.
I am getting closer and closer to officially saying "I am excites!" about this whole thing.
T-6 days until the movers.
T-9 days until I stop working at my current desk/in this country.
T-11 days until lift off.
-EP
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