From the airport

So after months of spinning mental tires we're finally finding traction. We sit in the now quiet British Airways lounge with weeks of anxiety suddenly silenced. After frantically finishing packing while our ride sat out front, the accumulated mass of anxiety sitting in our viscera was suddenly washed away as soon as it was packed into the truck. Having never been nervous about a move before, I understand a whole heck of a lot better why it is called a knot in your stomache.

In a way, preparing for this trip was more similar to preparing to hike the appalachian trail in that you either sink or swim depending on how well prepared you were. Unlike the appalachian trail, I was way more responsible this time, rather than leaving the preparations nearly completely to my other half.

Calm has descended though, whatever we forgot to pack is safe at home...and we'll just figure out how to make do without it, or obtain it along the way. Next stop: Heathrow Airport. Next stop after that: Amsterdam!