"Movin' right along.
Footloose and fancy-free.
Getting there is half the fun; come share it with me.
Moving right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon).
We'll learn to share the load.
We don't need a map to keep this show on the road."
So why can't we just haul our stuff to England in this trusty little red wagon? We have just entered the controlled chaos portion of our adventure (solid chaos to follow). The visas are being processed (biometrics tomorrow! not sure if that means fingerprints or eyeball scans), the renters have been chosen, the property manager is in hand, the car is being prodded by strangers, and the movers, uuuuugh, have been scheduled.
So, dear friends (trust me, no one wants to live vicariously through THIS part of the trip), our stuff is set to be taken away in three consecutive visits by the movers the week of May 23.
The house is coated in drywall dust and toys (very cosmopolitan), but the basement remodel is officially complete tomorrow with the installation of some carpet (photos to come). We are hoping our toddler friends will help us inaugurate it soon with grape juice and crushed goldfish. Consider this a standing invitation.
Yes, we are very excited. Kinda wiped. But excited. Just wish the globe could settle down. Between the tidal waves, nuclear catastrophes and missile launches, Alexandria looks pretty cozy right now.
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