As of Monday, we officially have six weeks less in America. Yesterday while shopping at Costco (where I got to make two trips with a lunch break in between) I realized that I was probably buying my last quart of Land O' Lakes cream for the next several years. It's always sad when you start reaching the 'last of' stage before moving. I'm really going to miss bulk amounts of... everything.
We've known about our impending departure for quite some time now, but somehow nine months feels like an eternity and six months is quite a lot time and four months is probably too early to start things but two months - wait! That's only eight weeks! And suddenly travel orders need to be changed and shots scheduled and pack-outs (yes, that's with an 's') arranged and consumables purchased and medical clearances updated and plane tickets scheduled and passports renewed and visas obtained and hotel rooms reserved and shuttles booked and luggage purchased and shoes repaired and doctor's appointments scheduled and cameras fixed and laptops obtained and eventually, finally, at long last, at the very end, all fourteen suitcases packed.
It's a lot to do.
And then, of course, just like that cream will no longer be available in a month and a half, neither will we. And the cousins and aunts and uncles and former co-workers and friends and former roommates and future co-workers random people that you've been meaning to see over the last several months need to all be fit into the next six weeks.
So if you're dying to see me? Let me know. The weekends are almost gone, but we still have a few weeknights available. I've never felt so popular.
But right now I'm in a good spot, emotionally. We're leaving far enough away that it still seems possible to get everything done in an orderly fashion and I can still enjoy my cream a little while longer (note to self: eat more ice cream). But it's still soon enough that I can start to really anticipate finally getting on that plane (or rather, finally getting off that plane). I'm busy enough that I'm not bored, but not too busy that I'm feeding everyone cold cereal for dinner every night.
Of course in about four weeks, I'll be a crazy lady, trying to get everything done and cram one last visit and date and movie and park and library in before it's too late.
Until then, however, you can find me in the ice cream aisle at the local Safeway. Mmmmm, mint chocolate chip....