Jonathan and I have been busy making the rounds to say farewell to friends and family before we venture out into the uncharted lands of the North American East. I got to see my mom, aunt, and cousins last week; I'll see my K-State girls at our reunion this weekend; we saw a good number of Bartels at Kimberly's graduation last weekend; and Jonathan gets one last LAN party with the guys in a couple of weeks. It's certainly not goodbye forever, but it's a transition. We're not sure whether we'll be back for Thanksgiving and Christmas this year (odds are against it), so it's good to get some time together before we head out.
We're planning to move in 22 days. So far, no job prospects. This means no home, as we somehow haven't managed to save three months' salary or whatever they say to do in case of emergency. :) All of this means that I, one who likes things planned out years in advance, get to practice dealing with some spontaneity and lots of unknowns. It's not easy, but I'm working on it.
And it came to me then
That every plan
Is a tiny prayer to father time
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