I made a whirlwind solo trip to Raleigh to take care of all the last minute details and to oversee the move-out of the last of our worldly possessions. It was a horrid job to have to do on one's own. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea for me to pack everything into the boxes and leave only the heavy lifting to the movers. Next time, I think I'll let them handle the whole kit-and-caboodle.
Anyway. Enough complaining. It's done. The money is sitting pretty in the bank and just waiting to be handed over to another lender as a down payment on our next home. For now, it's a fan-freaking-tastic feeling to be mortgage free. As in, without mortgage. As in, no mortgage payment to make. As in, I'd better transfer that money to a locked-down account before I lose my mind and go completely rogue at Saks.
So now, I am back in the arms of the one who loves me most and getting ready for another great weekend adventure in Dresden, Germany. People, it's Christmas Market season and nobody in the world does Christmas like the Germans. Nobody. I will eat and shop my way through a veritable winter wonderland of culinary treats and shiny baubles.
This week, I'm going to catch up on this here ol' blog because I do have lots to share. Between untold stories of Kolsch in Köln, a date with Edward Cullen, a Thanksgiving to rival Martha Stewart's best efforts, and the official start to the Christmas Market here in Brussels, there is much to tell.