So… this is it. In seven hours, we leave Raleigh to MOVE to France. Move there. I’m not even sure how it makes me feel. I am so nervous, my stomach is doing flips. But, then again, that is how my stomach reacts any day I have a flight somewhere. My legs and knees feel a little shakey. I want to cry and laugh and crawl under the covers to hide all at the same time.
Our to-do list is done. Or done enough.
Our bags are packed. And weighed.
Our house is empty.
I cannot think of anything else I absolutely have to do before we leave.
This is the strangest day.