It’s 10:30 p.m.  Tomorrow we depart.  My bags have been packed for a few days now.  John’s bags are still standing empty.  We’ve had visitors dropping by all day to wish us well.  It looks like we’ll use every inch of space we have to take our things across the ocean.  I’m really tired and there’s plenty left to do (like cleaning out the fridge).  I will take a big breath once we’re on the plane, flying away.  Farewell dear home.