It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Instead of sleeping peacefully as GLH is doing, I find myself hunched over his work laptop, trying to find the right keys on the too-small keyboard in the half light.
The last week has passed in a rush. Every day has been filled to the brim with last dinners with friends and appointments and hurried telephone calls and always the organizing and purging and packing.
Our lives have been so busy that I have only just realized that we will be leaving our first home together. And that realization is keeping me awake.
I've known that it would happen. But it wasn't until I walked through our nearly empty house that it struck me that tonight would be our last night in our home. And it is likely to be a while before our new apartment in a new city and a new country feels like "home."
Because it is not just the leaving that is keeping me awake, but the arriving as well. Combined with the sadness is a roller coaster of emotion including excitement, anticipation, anxiety and a whirling array of "To Do" Lists.
Hold onto your hats, Girls and Boys, it's bound to be a wild ride...