Well we're all packed up and are doing the last bit of cleaning. Everyone had a limit of 3 suitcases. These are the 12 biggest suitcases you have ever seen in your entire lives. They all look like they are about to pop. If I say "there's room in there" I think Scott might bitch slap me into next week. We are all set to leave at 5:30 am for the airport. I've only felt like killing a family member 3 times today. But all are still alive. I do realize that we still have about 14hrs to go.
We are mostly excited, a little scared and sad. But we can live anywhere (that's a city) for 2 yrs. I'm sure we'll have great stories to tell people, but right now I'm too pooped to be witty.