Realm: Logistics Subrealm: OMG

Well, the weekend went mostly as planned. Aside from a few snafus getting into Eleanor's house in Portland...and things not fitting into moving vans...and items of furniture that we'd planned on taking getting included in the sales agreement by accident...things went well. However, my brother's landlord flaked out and failed to show up to sign the lease, so he's homeless til tomorrow. At least. I hope they at least pay the extra fees on the Uhaul.
I, meantime, am completely wiped, having spent the weekend moving large pieces of furniture (ok, and playing on the beach), and all of today frantically packing and dealing with various last-minute issues. Now I'm collapsed on a couch, hoping I haven't forgotten about anything in either of these categories.
It hasn't really sunk in that I'm flying transatlantic tomorrow, not to return. I guess on previous trips I've had more leadup, more time exclusively devoted to planning and packing for a change of location. This time it was more like "try to work on background reading...try to work on background reading...Gah! I'm out of time! and must pack! but the landlord is tearing our apartment apart! and I'm spending next weekend in Maine!" The freneticism is not conducive to mental adjustment.
BUT I've returned all my library books, bought CT Limo tickets, cleaned out my carrel, thrown the stuff I'm leaving here into a kneewall, found my Barclaycard, gotten advice on banks from Grace's godmother, ironed my shirts, and (finally) dowloaded the schedule for my orientation session in Frankfurt. So I guess I'm about as ready as I'm going to be.
God I hope I'm right.

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I'll post next from Frankfurt, since it looks like I'll have some spare time before things really get started. Wish me luck!