The next few days we are just taking it easy before the big push to pack the house. The boys were practicing their photography and videography skills tonight:
I know it’s hard to believe, but I actually edited this down to the best (least shaky) part. Carter was getting a little wild with the zoom.
It’s hard to believe we’re actually going to be living in Egypt. Not going on vacation, not passing through, but actually getting up in the morning and doing normal things like going to the grocery store or paying bills. And laundry. Tons of laundry. And even harder to believe: I’m not nervous. Yet. I keep waiting for it to happen and we’re less than 3 weeks out and I still feel calm. When I consider that 6 years ago I couldn’t leave the house to go to the grocery store, it’s amazing that so far this Egypt thing isn’t flipping me out. I’ve come a long way baby!
The biggest hurdle in my mind has always been the plane flight — 12 hours with nothing to do but talk myself out of freaking out, but I’m not feeling that tension yet like I would in the past. I used to play the game, “Exactly 2 weeks (5 days/12 hours) from now, I’ll be on an airplane.” And it wasn’t anticipation or excitement I was feeling. I’m still counting on the fact that this has been such an involved process with so many details and so many steps that getting on the plane at the end will be a relief. Hopefully God doesn’t provide a distraction in the form of a screaming baby to occupy my thoughts for the 12 + 4 hours . . .