Getting ready to go

At last, a second post. Maybe this blog will fly.

The week before leaving Newfoundland for our assignment was no fun at all. Christmas was a poor second to preparations for the winter months. We managed the presents and got to several parties, but no tree, few decorations around the house and only one half-hearted attempt at entertaining. I found myself waking during the night and making mental lists of what was left to be done (discontinuing services like paper, cable, propane delivery), wondering whether it's a mad idea to fly across the continent to live in a stranger's house for three months, feeling guilty about abandoning my mother and my own cat on this crazy whim.

The truth is I always get cold feet just before doing something outside the routine. It's not at all unusual to plan something that I think will be a great idea, then find myself fervently hoping at the last minute that I won't have to go through with it. It would be a colossal overstatement to say that Jim does not operate this way and has no comprehension of the energy I waste revisiting decisions already made.