Last day of packing

After a week of wedding preparation, a fantastic wedding day, and a wonderful week-long honeymoon, we're flying out of Canada tomorrow.  I will be coming back to visit, but as of right now, I don't have a ticket booked.  Tomorrow, I'll be flying to my new home.

I'm excited to be done with living in temporary homes, living out of a suitcase, and living without "spots" for my every-day things... like my lotion.

I'm anxious to find out what will happen when we go through passport control and customs in the Netherlands.  Will we be questioned?  Will we sit in a room for a couple hours?  I have no clue, but I can't worry about it... I just need to make sure that I'm not tired when we land.

Starting now, "Henri Dunantlaan, Barneveld" will go on my declaration card, as my place of residence.  When I come back to Canada, I'll fill out the "visitors to Canada" box on the same card.  Strange.

So I'm sad to be saying good-bye, but really glad that I now get to say "good morning" and "good night" to Martin each day.  I'm a little nervous about all the paperwork and immigration details, but I know we have done due diligence when it comes to immigration laws, and we have our paperwork in order, so I can't imagine that we will have any major problem.  However, we're at the mercy of the immigration officers.

I have been packing now for about 3 months.  Some things, I have packed and unpacked 3 times.  Right now, I have a small car-full of things that need to fit into 4 suitcases (that includes Martin's stuff, and his one suitcase).  I'm really dreading this-- I just don't want to do it.  BUT in 24 hours, we'll be at the airport, with everything done, ready to fly home.  Yes... home.  My home that I have never lived in.  My new house that I pray and trust will become home very shortly.  However, I'm sure this packing will be MUCH more enjoyable, with my husband cheering me on, and knowing that my reward for packing will be cake pops, and beating him at another round of Dutch Blitz ;)  Bring it on!