Lurve, a photo by Nancy Dunne on Flickr.
Well, my bags are packed (not really), it’s early morn (in the US), the taxi’s waiting (he’s here for a neighbor I guess), he’s blowin’ his horn (not really, that’s just someone jaywalking)…
I don’t leave till tomorrow, but I am trying to go on and process it today so that tomorrow isn’t so awful. Flying days SUCK, but at least there are some bright spots this time:
I start a new job on Tuesday. More details on that later, as I’m not sure they’ve told everyone else that applied for the position.
We are an interview (and possibly a piece of documentation or two) away from Simon having his green card.
I will be living with my ClownA at least M-F and hopefully more if I can find a place to live that I can afford.
But still, something is tugging at me. This tiny island grabs hold of you with all it has when you let it, and it is so very hard to let go. One day I’ll be back for good, but for now we are ready to start a new chapter living in America. I’ve been ready to start that chapter since May!
See you guys on the other side of a big ocean and a tin bird.