The last two weeks have flown by. I tied up my affairs in San Diego, willed away most of our earthly belongings to friends, made it to Boston for Andrew's birthday, and then to Cincinnati to visit the friends and family that won't be able to make it to the wedding. I made it back to Boston, where Andrew and I have now packed the last remaining 5 outifts to our names, and we are ready to fly out in about five hours. We've gotten our emergency insurance and our international drivers' licenses, alerted our credit card companies and made copies of our vital statistics. We are ready to do this!
We are both so excited about the adventure that awaits, and we have found ourselves giggling spontaneously throughout the day, but the past week has also been somewhat stressful. We've been entertaining friends and family nonstop since Andrew drove cross-country three weeks ago, and some friends have been more accommodating than others. I recognize that we are asking a lot of those we care about by expecting them to take a vacation and uproot their lives for a cross-Atlantic trip. And I know that this is an investment for everyone. But I have to admit that I'm a bit frustrated at the odd behavior I've received from a few.
All the same, Andrew and I decided that we needed a date night last night, just the two of us. We needed some time to take a bubble bath together, do a bit of eye-gazing, and snuggle without entertaining others. Man did we need it. And we agreed last night that we need to remember to keep doing this, peeling away when we need some QT, so that we can savor every moment and not get swept up in party planning.
Stay tuned! The first flight is upon us!
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