Final Panic and Procrastination

It's 10:40am on Tuesday and we haven't left yet.  The trailer is almost full, the motorhome prepped, but we're still mucking around in our apartment.  Dealing with leftovers and kipple - this is always the hardest part of the move.  But Naomi is here – hallelujah!  I don't think we could have done this without her.

John is running errands and is dropping off a load at goodwill and some plants at a friend's house.  Goodbye tomato plant, I hardly knew ye.  Goodbye precious Ikea crap!  I'm so glad I hung onto you for 5 years only to abandon you at the last minute.

I'm hoping we leave this afternoon, but that may not leave us enough time to cross the border, so we might end up staying one more night.  We have our inventory (our TRIP MANIFEST, as John likes to call it) ... a list of all our boxes and their general contents, as required by Canada.  O Canada.  You won't let me take my ozette potatoes or more than 4 liters of alcohol into your land, but I still love you.  Here's hoping I get to see you today.