A week ago we had our Halloween goodbye party, in less than 2 weeks I will sit on a plane on my way to a new home. I don’t know where exact that will be yet, we haven’t even booked our tickets yet. We will tomorrow.  Five days ago, a shipping company looked at everything we have here and told us how much it will cost to ship the things we wanted to take with us. Then we made lists; take this, take that, we’ll give away this, we’ll sell that.

My home is falling away from me and it goes too fast.

Oh, I am excited! This week is not only an epilogue, it’s a prologue as well, but it’s really hard you be excited for things to come when you only know what you are leaving behind.  We are both exhausted, stopping every 20 minutes, demanding hugs and support. We don’t sleep well and everything circulates around breaking up and saying goodbye. Tonight we had dinner with Grace at Mana Foodbar and we ate as much as we could, because it will be our last time at Mana. Everything is like that. Last time. Last time. Last time. I can’t even go grocery shopping without thinking it. “This will be the last toilet paper I’ll ever buy in the U.S.”