This is getting real, people.
Yesterday, Curt and I mapped out a rough plan of what we need to do by when. Each area of the house gets a weekend of focus. Then the date to do a neighborhood farewell, thus emptying the liquor cabinet. Then, the plans for a big moving sale. Of course, the date to put things into storage. Backed into by knowing our management agency needs five days to spiffy up the house before our tenants move in.
But the thing that made it really seem *real*?
Making the airline plans. One-way.
Paris through London, because it was 3x the price if we went direct. We’ll stay in a hotel for a night, and then meet the agent the next day to get the keys to our new place.