So we, again, are spending all weekend alternating between paralyzing confusion and panicky preparations.
This time it looks likely enough that we have actually bought boxes and started packing up some of the house so we can rent it out. It is hard to pack when you are not sure if you will be cursing as you unpack the following weekend or wishing you had gotten your butt in gear and done more to get ready. Oy vey!
Where might we be going? Once again, I can't say till it comes through or falls apart. My only hint to y'all is that there is a more than 12 hour time difference involved this time.
The stress of this constant drama is getting to me. At this point I don't even really care where we go or if we go or anything. I just want closure. Hopefully we will either have visas and tickets by the middle of this week... or not. I can't believe we are on this roller-coaster again.