The buildup to moving country is always rather surreal and extremely bitter-sweet. There's so much stuff to do, so many people to see. Things to get organised and things to get excited about. A list of Lasts which will soon turn into a list of Firsts.
We move out of our apartment today, and we're finding it surprisingly hard. This is the first house we've lived in that really felt like 'home' and it's slightly wrenching to be packing up and leaving it. But the movers are in this morning, we'll be cleaning up this afternoon, and tonight we'll be staying with a friend who has kindly offered to put us up in her spare room until we fly out on the 10th.
As doors close and things get ticked off the to do lists, it all starts to feel a bit more real. We've packed, gotten our house in order, organised our leaving party, and last night we finally booked our tickets to our new home.
Through the stress and chaos I keep remembering that at least we are doing this together, and it is so much less daunting then the times I've done it on my own. There's someone there who is going through exactly the same things as I am and even if we snap at each other out of stress (something that's happened quite a lot in the last few days) we're very excited to be setting off on our next adventure. Together.