The vanhouse left this morning with almost everything. Loaded, not quite full, with a canoe on top. My mother was at the wheel, graciously taking my things for storage for the next couple years. It was quite a sight! Then, walking back in my house this evening was quite different. The front room has a suitcase sitting on the floor. No curtains, and essentially barren. My bedroom is also completely empty. I am now resting in the guest bed which is the only comfortable place in my house. This may seem depressing to some, but not to me. This is exciting! This is the start of my new adventure! Soon I'll be headed to Mozambique with a few bags to meet up with my new husband. What lies ahead is life's adventure