The Proverbial Nail In The Coffin

So, we head in to town earlier this week to have dinner.  On the way back, The Boss ends up on a phone call.  So I’m sitting here in silence, driving, driving, driving…the same scenery…or lack thereof.  I’m just not feeling it anymore at this point.  I don’t want to be where I am anymore, but there is no place else in North America that I believe to be better.  The Boss gets off the phone and I tell her we have to make this move that originally started out as not being anything serious.  She tells me to get working on logistics then.
Over the next couple of days, we talk about exchange rates, visiting before we commit to the decision, etc, etc, etc.  We read stories of people that have made the move and discuss some of those things how they applied to us.
Thursday, we board a bus to go with the band to a football game…
Things had already changed further by then.  We’re both in full on bleh mode.  We’ve got the entire school year still ahead of us and we can’t wait for it to be over.  That’s not good.  The Boss told me then to get started on all the needed paperwork now.  I told her I’d make calls before a week has gone by.
So, we’re in full-blown beginnings now to prepare to leave to New Zealand come summertime.

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