Well we are in our final hours- leaving at noon.  The last few weeks have been pretty much non-stop work.  As the time danced by my to-do list became shorter and shorter with all but the most mundane items (make sure the stove is off, lock the door) completed by 4:30pm yesterday.  It always amazes me how things fit into the space intended for them like pork chops in a pan.  We are both in good health and excited.  We have purged ourselves of clutter literally filling a 20 yard dumpster, and this ritualistic cleansing has led to simplicity of mind that I have not felt for years.  So even before we leave we have reaped advantages.  Beth is having a much harder time with goodbyes becoming weepy several times a day especially when she talks to one of the boys.  It’s a good kind of weepiness though and I am sure she is just as excited as I am.  Me I am not having trouble saying goodbye.  I feel like a young man heading to sea for the first time; the wonder ahead by far eclipsing any doubt or remorse.  Besides it’s hard to miss someone who you are standing next to.  Maybe in a few months I will start missing people but for now it’s all positive and I can’t wait to see nothing but the North Atlantic below me.