Here we are. We're moving to Amsterdam in ten days. Literally, actually, ten days.
Everyone knows. Bosses, besties, facebook. We sold our apartment (insert one million praise hand emojis). We sold our guest room furniture and our grill. We have resisted the temptation to buy anything new.
And yet, it doesn't quite feel real yet.
We had a good bye party with too much food and the exact right amount of laughter, our people crowded around our dining room table just where we like them. But it didn't feel like a good bye party. It just felt like a party, like all the ones that came before. There was no sense of it being the last one.
We toured up and down the east coast with the goal of saying goodbye to family and friends, but we were so busy catching up and eating everything that the goodbyes were rushed and didn't quite feel real.
But it is all very real. And in 10 days. The airplane will be real. And the cat carriers. And the four suitcases and two backpacks...
...and that's where my imagination stops because I have been so caught up in the leaving of Chicago, it has left no room for what might be in store when we get off the airplane on the other side of the pond.
So we focus on what lays just ahead of us. All the lasts and the finals and the one mores. My goal is to take pictures, accept hugs, and remember that nothing is as important as soaking up as much Chicago and joy as I can before that plane takes off.
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