217 hours to go.
My excitement is slowly turning into an assortment of emotions...mostly all of them being good ones...but of course there is a sense of nervousness, among other things. My biggest hangup right now is that almost everyone is asking me WHY we would choose to move where we are moving, while they look at me like I have 3 heads or something.
I can understand where they are coming from. But I feel like they don't understand (nor care to understand) where I'm coming from. It's not the curious "why" that people ask...it's more of the demanding sort.
I don't have any regrets, because I know we are doing what we need to do to be happy. But you know how it goes when people rain on your parade.