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Three.

We just arrived back home, after a 10 hour drive.  C.R. and I were not feeling very well for most of the day, so her husband did all the driving.  What a champ!  It feels great to be back, and with only a couple of days left, I must begin preparing the final pack and the last minute things that have to be done from here.  Although if I miss something, I will manage it from my new home, nestled in the boot.  My life is changing radically, and it doesn’t seem quite real.  I imagine it will take a little time before it does.

Tomorrow and the next day will be full of the goodbye things.  Phone calls and meals, tears and laughter.  I hope to make it through the airport and security without weeping, but I’m not good with goodbyes.  I imagine it will only take one other person’s tears to set me off, but I’m so filled with excitement that I will probably be okay.  It’s the moving forward that makes it alright.  I cry more when moving backwards.
Three.
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