On the eve of leaving

The bags are packed. The baby is asleep. The ridiculously early wake up call is set. Netherlands, here we come!

I have just enough time to reflect, toss and turn and then we will be on our way at 3:45 AM! I can't believe we did it. We sorted and supervised three shipments, moved two cars, visited both families, found a home for our cat, got health certificates for our remaining two pets, survived baby's third tooth and did a little site seeing in San Diego before heading out.

I thought moving would get easier the more we did it. Although this is our second international move in the last three years, i feel just as much in awe of the labor a move of this magnitude requires. I keep waiting for all the emotions of moving internationally to hit me in a wave of excitement, nervousness and sadness for leaving our friends and family. All that I feel right now, is an inkling that I forgot something (where is the baby's saline solution) and a slight worry of how the baby is going to do on the long flight.

I think I am waiting for the moment in the airplane when the captain tells us we are about to land in Brussels to realize the adventure we are embarking on. For now, I will listen to Tory's and Marc's breathing and try to get some rest.