Drumroll, please…It is finished!

Not the selling of our house, or the packing up of our house, or the fundraising.

THE WEDDING SCRAPBOOK!

Finally, it is finished. 3 years, 3 months and 24 days of marriage; 3 scrapbook binders; 2 photo albums; 5 rolls of double-sided tape; 3 gluesticks; lots of trash (including the extra invitations, programs, bits of cards, photos); and a sore back from sitting-on-the-floor-instead-of-at-a-table LATER…I have completed our wedding scrapbook and disposed of the trash that it generated.

My life is a tiny bit simpler and my office is a tiny bit more organized and straighter. And, my list of things to finish before February/we leave/sell our house/move out of our house/ is now minus one! I SHOULD be dancing around celebrating!

But what do I do afterward? Cry buckets.

Why, you ask? Well, see. There’s a crazy grief that comes with moving to a different country that sometimes manifests itself in unexpected ways. So, here we are.