I still haven’t begun to pack. Now me and hubby aren’t feeling that great and we still have to PACK. We have less than 2 weeks to get this entire place into little boxes. Everything down to the energy saving light bulbs has to come down. We also have to patch up the small holes in the walls from putting things up and whatnot. It’s a job and we are barely on it. It’s so crazy how calm we are about all of it, too. There is an eerie peace over the whole situation like everything will get done, everything will be fine, and nothing is going to stop that from happening. I thank God for it, because the only anxiety I really have is me hopping my mind up to that level. It’s not because I truly FEEL it in my heart. Weird how my brain tries to take over.