I'm incredibly tired right now (9:15 pm). Tomorrow is our last day in the city we've lived, these past nearly two years. I'm glad, but the work sort of just begins, in a sense, despite busting our buns for weeks to prepare. I got up around 7 am and barely stopped until now. It'll be crazy tomorrow, but I feel good about what I accomplished today. There shouldn't be any panic...as long as nothing breaks, that is. We have help from a couple friends, as well.

Tomorrow night we stay with SIL, then move to our long-term Airbnb the next afternoon. I hope she doesn't mind me heading to bed early. I often do when we stay with her, so it shouldn't seem strange.