We picked a very poor time to buy the house next door, sell our old house, move from one to the other, and leave on a six-month trip. But, much to our surprise, everything came together at the end and we even had a day to sit back and relax before leaving home. Because, you know, it’s important to relax before you spend six months relaxing.
Here we are standing in front of the new house just moments before leaving for the airport. Everything we need for six months had to fit into one regular suitcase, one carry-on, and two backpacks. This is a major achievement for Jamie, who used to need a steamer trunk to go away for the weekend.
Our driver showed up at 6:55 for a 7:00 a.m. appointment. Very impressive. It was Saturday morning, so the freeway was empty. He texted us that he was home almost before we got checked in. Thanks, Don.
Nothing says bon voyage better than an Egg McMuffin, hash browns, and a cup of coffee. Call me crazy, but my inner demons compel me to eat at McDonald’s whenever I’m at an airport.
In the words of the immortal Jackie Gleason, “And awaaaaaay we go.”