I couldn't go to sleep last night.  It was kind of like when you are little and you know that Santa is coming and the next morning it will be Christmas.  So you lie in bed a little anxious and a little bit excited and can't fall asleep because your are too busy thinking about what kind of presents you are going to get.  Then this morning I woke up at 6:45am and was ready to go.   I am staying with friends right now so I tried to stay in bed for a long as possible.  But eventually, I got up made the bed, folded my laundry and went out to a great local coffee shop for three coffees.

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By 9am, I managed to spill my coffee on the carpet of their new apartment and part of their couch (sorry about this).  And by 9:30, I had said good-bye to one of my long time friends who stopped by on her way to work and at 10am I had finished packing my bags and my carry on.  Then I took one final box to post office and now here I am watching tv at my old group house, using the internet and writing this post.

I am sure that in two hours when I have to haul both of my bags downstairs in the 90 degree DC heat and realize that yest in fact it's real and I am moving to Sofia I will be a little bit more nervous but right now I am mostly excited to see what this next year will hold.  So it's not quite like Christmas because I don't get to open all of my presents all at once and pick out the ones I want to play with and return the clothes that don't fit but at the same time it's not unlike Christmas day.  Friends and family have wished me well, I have some new things to take with me and I am looking forward to this new year of my life and finally stepping foot in Bulgaria.

It's real.  I am finally moving and my to-do list is all but done.

Shortly, I am going to upload this post and leave the group house I've been living in for four years. I'll lock the gate behind me and when I give my keys to this house to my friend to return to my roommates, I can cross the last item of my list.

Don't worry I'll be back and I'll post an update to my blog in the next few days recounting what I can only imagine is going to be an adventure.  Lufthansa is on strike right now and if I don't make my flight I hope that I'll be able to get through to my landlord's son who is meeting me at the airport.