Farewell

This should be my last entry.

From the UK.


My P.O.E. is Las Vegas - Foofer is waiting...


see you on the flip side
(as the young people say)

^V^

Less than a week to go...

Moving

All the stuff I want to go to the US has gone and is now all paid for. My sister has been through my house and found so much stuff that I simply couldn't take - it's heartbreaking.

Selling the House

The company buying my house is doing everything in a weird order. I had to pay a deposit to get them to value my property. They sent me an offer without looking at the house. I've now got a solicitor (lawyer) who has put together the paperwork and sent it to the buyers. Now the buyers want to view the house. This is all taking time and should, in theory, delay my emigration.


Leaving the UK

As I've filled in US customs forms declaring the actual date of my immigration, I will be entering the US on that date - no matter what else is happening.

I'm hiring a car, driving it down to Gatwick, using Virgin's "Twilight Check-in" (nothing to do with sparkly vampires) to get rid of my luggage the night before, sleeping in a hotel, dropping off the rental car at the airport and strolling into the airport with only hand luggage.

Eight more days

I'm a bad bad blogger. Tons of entries from Vlad and only one other entry by me. Perhaps I'll get the hang of it one day.

When we first met, Vlad and I tried so hard not to like one another. Clearly, we failed miserably. It hasn't been easy. Not nearly enough face to face time, an eight hour time difference, mounds of immigration paperwork and all the work Vlad has had to do to move countries. Initially it seemed like it would be an unbearable amount of time until we could finally be together. And now - eight more days.

I guess I've run out of things to write as I am just sitting here....smiling.