We are finished. And I can't believe I just wrote that sentence. What is left to pack cannot be done until the final moments, anyhow, and that is largely due to the Force of Nature/Moving God, otherwise known as "Aaron." For the kind of effort he put in this week, I am totally willing to live with the whole forty-forks thing until Sunday. It seems someone has tied balloons to every street sign on our block. Not sure why. I like to think that there are people in the world who just go around tying balloons to things at night, for kicks. I will miss our crazy, lovely neighborhood, full of cupcakes, and victorian homes, and peonies, and obnoxious college students, and breakfast joints. But lemme tell you...I cannot wait to be home.
See you there.