Monday, August 16, 2010
We fly out of LAX on September 21. That's one of the reasons I haven't been around the blogosphere much. Immigration details, passports, plane tickets, customs forms... and a lot of dicking around on Facebook to kill the pain.
It's been a rough year. Hell, it's been a rough few years. And probably a few more ahead. My possessions, my daughter, my pets, my parents... all these will get left behind. You know things are bad when you have to go back to the Old Country for a new start.
The Fledgling's been in Uni now; she'll be starting her Sophomore year in just a few weeks. So she'll be staying here in the States while I, the Spouse Sparrow, and the Nestling go off to live in Norn Iron.
To say that I'm stressed out about it would be an understatement. It's like jumping out of a plane, and hoping someone catches up to you and gets a parachute on you before you hit the ground.
I know I should be thinking about all the things I have to look forward to, but all I can think about is the things I have lost, and am losing. We're not in a situation where I'll be flying back over to visit, or can afford to ship my things. Once we're there, that's it. I'll just have to hope that it all works out.
Some of you have been listening to my whingeing for a good long while now, sorry. And thank you. You've been my support system, my connection, a hand reaching out in the dark of night when I wake up in panic. Thank you.
I don't know how long it will be before we have an Internet connection over in Northern Ireland. We have to find jobs and things like that, so it may be awhile.
September 21, 2010.
35 days left. Fuck.