I saw the cops at the end of our neighbor's driveway a little bit ago. Maybe they found one of the residents home. We had called them because my husband's car door was crushed in. It was clearly from someone in our neighbor's driveway backing up into my husband's car. I suppose there's a slight chance it could have been a stranger, but unlikely. In any case, people think it's OK now to "hit and run". Even a neighbor. My husband wonders if the neighbor did it and just didn't realize it, but that seems unlikely.

I had a video appointment with my psychiatrist yesterday. I think he's a little shocked that our move is more a reality than ever before, and possibly coming up in the not so distant future. I sadly mentioned that there is a strong chance I will not see him in-person before we leave. He agreed. He said that I could come to his office for a brief social visit in the future, when I return to the US for a visit. I doubt I'll visit the US often, I'm afraid. It's possible that I'll never see him in-person again. Can you imagine how this feels for me? I have a deep affection for him. The most I can think of is that I would send him an email with a photo after I get there, and maybe a Christmas greeting or two. It would likely not be a pen pal situation, though. I will cry a lot over this. I'm already tearing up writing this.