I leave in exactly six days, 23 hours, and 22 minutes. Wow. Less than a week. Lotsa big feelings going on.
I’ve taken Lindsay’s advice and waited until after arriving home from Sweden last night to even start thinking about packing. (Obviously, I have booked my flight, booked Scout’s transport, arranged for porters at either end, booked taxi from here to Glasgow airport. But today is the first day of sorting, cleaning, laundry, packing, etc…)
I have three days with the house to myself, as it were, then on Thursday my cousin flies in for three days to help and to drive her daughter’s new car (my old car) back to England, then I have one day on my own, no car, to finish last minute touches, kiss Scout good bye, throw out perishables, wash bedding, and leave my uncle’s lovely wee home in ship shape condition.
Taxi picks me up this Monday at 5:15 am, and I should be meeeting my sister at Pearson around 5:15 pm the same day.