Are losing theirs and blaming it on you..."
-Rudyard Kipling, 'If'
I'm not going to prevaricate here. I am losing my head, and the sooner I can find someone else to blame it on, the better. Three weeks ago, before I had fully grasped the enormity of my situation, I would have insisted to one and all that I had things well under control. At the moment, I imagine I feel a lot like the orchestra on the Titanic must have felt: paralyzed with terror, yet fatalistically determined to get the job done, even as the deck chairs and passengers slide right by you off the end of the bow (or stern or whatever it's called.)
Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining at all. Mr. Logical arrives home in just over a week, and you can't imagine how I'm looking forward to jettisoning all of my cares and concerns right on those broad shoulders. In the meantime, however, I'm handling most of the details stateside and he is handling things in Korea
Tomorrow I'm taking the day off to enjoy a little light follow-up gum surgery in the morning, followed by a meeting with the relocation folks in the afternoon. Other exciting developments in our move include:
US House: rented. (thanks, Kathy)
Seoul apartment: being looked for by Mr. Logical and shown to me with the help of Picasa and Skype. Love technology.
Car #1: repaired and waiting to be sold
Car #2: waiting to be shipped
Household goods: some will be stored, some will be shipped on the slow boat (3 months to arrive), some will travel in air freight (2-3 weeks to arrive, very small container). Guess who gets to sort out what goes where?
children: alive. More than this, I am not committing to.
relatives: arriving shortly to celebrate Son #1s graduation from high school in just over a week. All of them have made international moves. I expect wine and funny stories and commiseration galore. Cannot wait.
dog: leaving in a week for Canada. Yes, the XL Air Freight Kennel did, indeed, arrive. He's been scratching his ears lately. If he gets an ear infection right before he flies, I will probably implode.
my students: curiously apathetic about curriculum and pending examinations, but (bizarrely) wanting to know if they can friend me on FaceBook after I've moved to Korea. Really?
microwave: finally repaired. Now we can live again.