A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships were made for.

It's official. I used up the last of my Starbucks card today, so there is nothing left for me here in the US. Between that, the downgrade of the federal debt, and the impending tolls on 520 (maybe someday?), it's time to move on. I am waiting at the gate for my flight to London, and it feels very weird not to have my phone, keys, or any liquids in my purse. I would definitely lose the bridal shower purse game.
 
I would win the suitcase game, however. The lady at the counter where I checked in confirmed that I was actually moving and this wasn’t a weekend trip. She was also trying to be really helpful with the extra baggage costs, although I’m not sure what exactly I could have done at the airport to reduce the number of bags I had or the weight. After she got over the fact that I was checking four bags (I also have two carry-ons), she then had to break the news that some of them exceeded the weight limit. I carried them up in to the airport from the car – trust me, I already knew that. Anyway, it’ll be interesting to see how it goes when I have to carry all of them by myself in Geneva since I had John’s help to the counter today. Maybe it is good that I’m going alone and don’t know anyone over there since that will definitely be funny and awkward.

Although John might disagree, I think I did quite well today. I only used five tissues and only two people at the airport asked me if I was okay. For the record, I answered affirmatively and honestly.

I bought some airplane snacks the other day at Target, and when I got home I realized that all of them are mostly made up of chocolate. I think this will be a good warm up, however, in addition to the Swiss cheese I had at lunch today. I’m already engrained in the culture.

In a speech I listened to the other day, the CEO of the company I work for briefly mentioned his experience moving abroad. He said it took a lot of courage to even get on the plane. I wasn’t sure if I would feel that way since I felt like I was mentally prepared to leave, but I agree with him. I think it’s one of those things where you just take baby steps until you get there. I made it to the gate, next I’ll make it on the plane, then I’ll get my stuff and make it to the airport. Then I guess I better make it to work on Monday. :)
 
I have a lot of mixed emotions today which is exhausting but will hopefully help me sleep on the plane. I’m anxious, nervous, excited, sad, and many other things. I think it will be very weird to be alone for so long (John is coming at the beginning of November). Considering I don’t like spending the night alone in my own house, I’m not sure how this is going to go. I know there are some benefits - like you can eat whatever you want whenever you want, go to bed whenever you want, etc, but I feel like the thing I like most, which is to talk whenever I want, isn’t going to be available. So I’m substituting blogging whenever I want.