Maybe it's that I'm finally starting to miss home a bit or its the impending menstrual cycle ("We're so close to wiping this thing out for good!") but I would shank someone for some soft pretzels and chocolate kandy kakes. And root beer. Root beer isn't a thing here.
In 5 hours, I leave for the airport to moved out of the country for a couple of years. Sorry for the emphasis. I know lots of people make international moves, but those lots of people are not me, and now I am the one that's doing it.
Consulting the calender, I have 11 days left in the states. I sort of knew this and didn't know it, but I had to look at the dates today and confront that I'm running out of time for everything. I had plans, you guise. Lots of stuff to do! People to see! Everyone who couldn't make the going away party wants to have…
So I've mentioned here before that I'm moving internationally in August. I got a set of awesome renters for my house, they signed the lease last night, and they're moving in on Saturday.
Pursuant to my comment yesterday about my impending move, I'm putting my house up for rent. The listing went up on Sunday. I had a surprising number of inquiries. Which is good! Yay for renting!