We leave in three days. Three days!!! Our house is sparse and clean on the main floor (everything is packed up and we have no food left in the cupboards), and then complete chaos upstairs. It looks like the home of crazy hoarders because there are piles of clothes, books, toiletries, stuff everywhere up there. And we need to make it all fit into six suitcases. The stress of packing is bad enough, but now there is the added drama of saying our goodbyes. The girls are trying to see all their buddies for final playdates and sleepovers, and we've had lots of fun dinners with friends to spend time before take off. But then comes the goodbye and we all get sad. At least we know that it's only for a year; I can't imagine how this would feel if we were moving permanently. Of course, sometimes it seems insane to be coordinating all these logistics for just one year; I do understand why many folks would feel that it's too complicated to pull off. But we're going for it...in three days.