Two Days

Two days. That's all I have left! In February, my emigration to France seemed so far away, and now here I am, with only two days before I fly off to the land of croissants and berets. (Well, no one really wears berets anymore, but the croissants are still a national obssession.) Where did the time go?

I spent some time this morning organizing my boxed life, getting it ready to ship overseas. It's going to cost me almost $1500 to ship MOST of my things ... but not all. (Thanks, everyone, by the way, for those wedding gifts. Otherwise I would be off to France with two suitcases and a smile.) Nope, there will still be several boxes of stuff left to languish in my long-suffering parents' garage, and I will have to have it shipped bit by bit over the next several months, as I make more money. Bummer. How refreshing would it be to be rich???? Still, I think I am sending enough to make me feel at home in my new home, and that is something in itself.

I am not letting myself think of the sad part of my leaving. I am sure that at my final dinner in my parents' home tomorrow night, tears will be shed aplenty, but until then, I am the textbook definition of "stiff upper lip". I feel that, if I break down now, the crying might not stop until I arrive in Paris and see Patrick. And I don't think I have enough moisture stored up for that!

So, keep an eye on me through my blog and Facebook. I will do my best to post pictures as often as I can so that everyone can see what the new digs are like. I will also make sure to broadcast whatever daily blunders I make with the locals ... I am sure there will be many ... and, hopefully, this link to all of you will keep me sane and a little less homesick.

Bon voyage to me! I'm embarking upon the greatest adventure I've ever had the chance to make so far ... and I am ready, and not ready, and triumphant, and saddened, and most of all, anxious to get to the man I love. Wish me luck.