Time to go home

It is official - the evacuation is being lifted tomorrow.  Now begins the insanity of preparation to get gone yesterday.  Before I head off to the airport, we have to arrange pickup of a UAB shipment, arrange tickets on a flight that isn't full, I have to drop off things at my aunt's house for fall training, things at my cousin's house for my father to pick up, and find somewhere for my car to live for the next four months.

All hopefully before Sunday.  That would be Brandon's plan - leaving on Sunday.  But as with everything in the Foreign Service, this all depends on lining up the ducks just right.  So we'll have to see.

I am incredibly relieved that a rumored last-minute push to extend the evacuation did not go through.  I am looking forward to being with my husband and leaving single parenting to those who have stronger constitutions than mine.  These last few weeks alone have been exhausting, physically and emotionally, and I feel like I'm stumbling towards a far-distant finish line.  Can't rest until I'm on that plane.

Of course, flying with three children under five is no picnic either, but at that point, it's just a matter of waiting out the pain for a fixed amount of time.

So, we're going home.  I'm happy.  I'm relieved.  And boy am I tired.