Thursday, November 28, 2002

As ready as we'll ever be. What a massive relief, to be done with everything. Sorry about all the whinging. Now that I can catch my breath, I don't even mind that we'll be getting up at 4AM to catch our flight.

It'll be five hours to San Fran and then another twenty-one to Singapore. D'oh! Sounds like a lot, but we've been through it before. Hope to spend a lot of it unconcious.

Au revoir United States! We'll be back before long, I'm sure, if only to visit...

Wednesday, November 27, 2002

Sorry about the lack of updates... As you can imagine, we've been phenomenally busy. Marjorie hit it on the head -- there's a lot of harsh reality we have to go through before we can experience anything resembling a fantasy experience. It's almost all done, except for about twenty or so things on tomorrow's list. Twenty things is a piece of cake, at the rate we're going. Just let me on that plane already.

This would have been all but impossible without the help of our parents, who have been just fantastic. I remember giving "World's Greatest Mom" and "World's Greatest Dad" cards to my parents in second grade, but that was before I knew any better. Now I know better, and it's still true. And Marjorie's parents have gone well above and beyond the call of duty in so many ways too.

Tonight we needed a bit of escapism, so we went to the movies and saw Jackass. We laughed ourselves silly.

Monday, November 25, 2002

Bye Bye Love, Bye Bye Happiness? I really do think I'm going to cry.
This is so hard.....we seem to be fulfilling a lot of peoples romantic notions of selling your things to see the world, but the reality is very harsh. We haven't sold many of the items we were counting on selling such as Mark's Saab and our washer and dryer. Mark's parents have taken Saab to Florida in the hopes that a convertible will sell better there in the winter. I don't know how we would manage any of this if it wasn't for both sets of parents, they've been so wonderful. My parents are letting us store all our belongings with them, and my father is taking over a bit of the responsibility for our mail and finances. Mark's parents drove up from Florida to help us pack and took the Saab when we had no success selling it here. In spite of all the tremendous help and support, we are still both on the verge of tears at all parts of the day now. I'm optimistic that we will regain our enthusiasm as soon as we are done with the move, or if not then as soon as the goodbyes are over and we are on the plane.