Blogging is a great distraction

I should be doing my taxes. Or rather, I was, until I couldn't anymore. Besides, I have a whole week to finish if I'm going to make my goal of completing and filing before we leave.
So, on to the task Now at hand...
It's one week and counting down until our departure. Things are definitely starting to come together. Our house is available, the "old" house is sold, the cars are given away/almost sold (although this is posing serious logistical challenges as my dad will attest given that he is taking me to work tomorrow, just 40-odd miles out of his way, at 5:45am CST - thanks dad!), the TV no longer functions, the phone is being disconnected, the mail is forwarded, the will is updated, the power of attorney signed (sorry Mom), the visas back (hooray), the parties in process, the bags packed. Ok, not packed, but a plan to be packed...with the assistance of a bathroom scale (nerdy finance girl had to put numbers to the list I know), I even started weighing some things to make sure we will fit within our weight limit - no problem.
If anyone wants to check out our house, just google Adarsh Palm Meadows. It really looks beautiful, especially the palm trees now that it is completely frigid here. I think the Newsletter is funny if anyone wants to read - they've completed the capital improvements - picket fencing and razor wire. I swear those are in the same sentence. Too funny, I think. And really, we have an extra bedroom - visitors PLEASE!
Everyone keeps asking if I'm nervous. I don't think I am... not sure why, but I am just excited, ready to get it going. My mind scatters mainly about the little things (I wonder what the stars look like there, can you see them?) and the work things (how does one build team connectivity across an ocean?). At times I wax a bit poetic about the wonderful, amazing, and profound network of people I'm leaving - family, friends, coworkers, my mommy and me group, the Caribou barista.
But still, I'm not nervous so much as ready. To me, it reminds me of before Caden was born. Of course I was never so arrogant as to think I was "ready" to be a parent (still not). But, at nine months prego, it's game on. Let's just find out already if I can do this. Not over-romantisized about sleepless nights and countless diapers, but excited for the adventure. And so I sit today, one week from "delivery" of me and family in India, and I think game on. Not so arrogant as to say I'm ready, and not underestimating the sleepless nights and, er, "Dehli belly" I've heard is the polite term, that awaits us. But game on. Let's find out if I can do this.
It sure beats taxes anyway.

Hope everyone has a great night.
Love,
Angela