Have appointment on Wednesday for long-term care insurance information. It’ll be relevant for travel stuff.

Already checked up on international medical coverage.

Have address for registering private school for home schooling/residency purposes.

Part way through spreadsheet of important data for country hopping.

I think I’m somewhere between 10% & 20% done with moving stuff out of the house. It already feels lighter.

The back of the van is full and ready for a drop off again. I think I’m about 15 minutes away from being ready for another book drop off.

I need to make another Craigslist ad for furniture. I have 6 more pieces I am about ready to move out. That’s a lot of stuff gone already for me to be able to get rid of this much furniture by now.

I keep thinking, “This house is too small because I couldn’t bear not having this baby. I make very odd choices.”

Otherwise… I was all settled in. But I wanted her so so so so badly. She’s attached to me this second. This is what I wanted. And I do feel happier than I have in a long time. I feel less like a walking around gaping wound. I needed her.

It’s not very Buddhist of me.