Our visas came in the mail today, all nicely packaged, with our family name on the outside of the folder, looking like a 7th grader wrote it, complete with circles above the i's. It was sort of adorable/sort of scary that someone who handles visas have the penmanship of a 7th grader, but whatever. We have our documentation, which is a good thing since we are needing them in 4 days. I'm trying not to freak out too much, but when you pack away your kitchenaid because it won't work on the UK voltage, it starts to get real up in here. Same goes for our record player, and I'm going to cry because who am I without cookies and good music?!
I told Mark last night that it feels like we're going to London for the semester, since we are coming home for Christmas, and we are packing up and purging and planning on buying stock in IKEA for our impending move-in to unfurnished apartment. And, well, I guess that's why I'm not TOO sad to be leaving. Because although life will change, it's not goodbye forever to DC. We'll always have family here and we'll always be back. Thank goodness for that, because I don't think I could ever leave DC for good.