I wasn't sure where to put this...
I am moving at last. I can't believe the day is nearly here. After nearly 4 years (a serious accident set me back), I am boarding the plane on Sunday with my fiancee visa.
The past month has been horridly stressful. To top it off, I had to arrange all this last minute moving of my 15 boxes and 3 giant tubs with no power for 4 days. Couldn't charge my cellphone, had to run back and forth to a friend's house to use the phone and computer, etc. What's worse is I've been helping to take care of my 90 year old grandmom and her chair lift didn't work, and without power just made it a lot more difficult to care for her and get all the arrangements made.
The power came back on last night, thank God. Now all I have to do is get my eyebrows waxed, nails done, pick up my dry cleaning and cram the rest of my belongings in 2 suitcases.
Nobody will be here to see me off, as my family is going to the shore for Labor Day weekend. I have mixed emotions about that. On one hand I think, "Whaaaaaat? You're not seeing your daughter off when she's moving to another country?!" on the other hand I think, "Ha! It will be so nice and peaceful (and far less stressful) being on my own the last 3 days." I'm not young (I'm 44), but still, ya think they might want to stick around and say goodbye?

Anyway, just a few more minor things to do and I will be off. I'm not sure what to feel at the moment. Did any of you break down/get emotional right before you left? or when you arrived, or did it "hit" you several days later that all the waiting/paperwork/stress was over?
By the way, anyone flying out of Philadelphia on Sunday?
