I just got back from seeing Renée off at the airport. She flew out to Toronto today, and starts her new job on Monday.
A mountain of packing, cleaning, organizing, paper cuts, softly uttered curses, and 21 sleeps in a giant, empty bed separates me from the day when I will join her. The next three weeks aren’t just 21 days before I move - each one represents a task that must be completed and stroked off of the list before I can step on that plane.
Let’s get this party started.
