Well, now we're mere days away from departure and things are starting to look a lot more realistic as they pile up on my to do list. My strong, calm, patient husband, (who balances my high-strung dependency on spreadsheets in a way that is both comforting and infuriating) dutifully loaded his car and hauled 14 boxes, 4 bags, and the mother of all packing lists into his office today to be shipped ahead of us to our new home. His next task will be to climb into the attic and dig out our dusty suitcases so they can air out before I begin packing.
That's right. Packing. I guess this really is happening!