We are down to our last few days in southern California.
The past several weeks have been a whirlwind of non-stop packing and attending to the myriad of details required for our move. All of the major milestones are met: travel visas, the dog's health certificate, household goods sent forward on an ocean container, last minute doctor and dentist visits, a moving sale and finding buyers for our vehicles and furniture.
Moving is eye-opening. Mon dieu, we had a ton of stuff. Every cupboard revealed a nest of things we had forgotten about. When you realize the amount of junk you have it is staggering. The process of sorting, deciding what to ship, sell, donate or trash is mind numbing.
There has been a steady stream of friends dropping in to wish us a bon voyage; some we see often and others we haven't seen for a long time. How can it be that years have passed and we haven't seen them?
We were touched by the loving send-off party our neighbors held for us. The entire block showed up for a final good-bye evening together. Our little home in this quiet corner of Southern California has been a beautiful place to raise our children and nurture friendships.
But now it is time to put our suitcases into a car, wave goodbye to our house, and head for the airport.
Next stop Provence.
Are we excited? You bet. Nervous? A little. Sad? Sure, for the relationships and familiar life we leave behind. But most of all we are just tired and ready for a long overdue rest. The future is unwritten; ours to make what we will of it (as it is for everyone). This journey is our attempt to wrestle back control of the pen and be the authors of our lives.
But first we need a nap.
“I have learned, that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams,