Alaska plans are in full swing. Chuck plans to head out Wednesday. He will be traveling in our new to us truck with a 6X12 trailer in tow. Piccadilly Square, the dog, and I will hang back until the house sells. We are moving in with my mom and sted-dad since the house should be, SHOULD be, almost empty, with the exception of the things we are selling. Yep, I never dreamed we would be having another sell off, but there is a need. And strangely, I'm ok with letting go. At this point, I am even relieved to let go. For those who don't know, this move makes 4 times in three years for our family.

I've turned the house upside down, packing things bit by bit. I've been sorting through what Piccadilly Square and I will need here in Alabama, what we don't need at all, and what goes to Alaska.

I am looking forward to moving in with Granna and Granddiddy. I think it will be good for all of us and I am grateful they are looking forward to it too. I'll be down there closer to Dad also, and that will make visiting easy for a while.

Right now, I am worried about the good-byes. Without Chuck to distract me, my emotions may be too much to bear. Piccadilly Square is the nurturing type so it would be easy to think it was ok for her to see me fall apart when telling her Daddy goodbye and while getting on the airplane...but, I realize, as a kid (this doesn't apply to you Mom!) no matter how nurturing you are, seeing Mom completely loose it while you are in an unsure situation, doesn't exactly boost confidence. So, I am going to be strong...which only means I am not going to think of leaving my Mama until we load up to go to the airport, then I am going to ask to be dropped off at the curb, and Piccadilly Square and I will run into the airport as fast as we can. Hmmm, I am going to have to get My Friend's extra large kennel some wheels.