November 11
The time remaining to sort and pack is dwindling, while the “to do” list is getting longer, anxiety is increasing, pimples are erupting, tempers flash and sleep is a distant memory. One week before lift off and you could cut the tension in this cabin with a knife … I’m not too impressed with myself. I thought I was cooler than this, better organized than the average bear but I’m not and if I was honest about it, which I am about to be, I would have to admit that I’ve not given this move my full commitment, my full energy. I’ve let my wife carry most of the load while I dealt with the care and feeding of His Holiness … I’ve taken a secondary role and waited for instructions, not something I am accustomed to doing, but a role I’ve fallen into quite easily during the last few months. I’m not feeling very happy with myself this morning – and that is a massive understatement – but will have to suffice here in these very public pages.
posted by Berlinbound at 11:50 AM
3 Comments:
you seem to have an amazing woman!
a move is always stress; maybe you've forgotten how much since the last time...
now, moving to a different country (even if one of you originates from there), I can imagine, is even worse.
in just a few days you'll have it behind you. good luck!
that airplane ride is gonna feel good. best of luck for these last couple of days.
I know just how you feel; I am the take charge type and feel out of my skin when I leave things up to others; but it sounds like you've got yourself a very capable mate so don't be too hard on yourself; maybe you just need this time to be introspective. And taking care of his holiness is a huge responsibility, I'm sure!
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