Take a breath.
I just finished packing our bags for our home/Jamaica trip. Cleared out the fridge that I just spent a month packing. Don't want to come back to a kitchen smelling of rotted broccoli romanesco. I just finally broke down the cardboard boxes that shipped the outlines of our lives here. I don't think they'll make the return trip, so I'll have to find a new source to pilfer used shipping boxes from. William Sonoma's recycle bin is oh so far off.
Matt is making sure we are electronically supplied with music and entertainment for the plane. The books are packed, snacks stowed. No one ever gives you a meal anymore on the flight. It's rare anyways.
Tomorrow we catch the bus at 7:30am. The 300 takes us right back to Schipol, and the travel begins anew. I should be more excited than this, but the my sleepiness has asserted itself. I am actually very very excited. I've been listening to my little home made iPod Jamaica mix (Jamaicanmecrazy) most of the afternoon.
We've elected to leave the laptop home for the week, so you will not hear from us again until at least December 15th. Can you handle it?? hehe, just kidding. I have to say how much I appreciate the wonderful comments we've received. It's really the only way to know that I'm not just jabbering on into cybespace :)
Here's to sunshine, coconut laced drinks, and sand between toes. Everyting is ai're mon.
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