My first post.

All that stuff at the top of the blog. It isn't true. Well, not exactly true. It will be true in about 20 days. Right now, we are still in Maine. Still in our gargantuan house surrounded by the mess of trying to cull down everything into boxes. Still living a feral summer existence filled with long days of endless streams of neighborhood boys in and out of the house like lines of ants in search of food. But we are getting there. We have a few small hurdles left to clear. We are still waiting for the paper from the New Zealand Medical Council giving Steve, the hubby doctor, the officially right to work in NZ. It is the same paper that forms the crux of the visa applications which sit on the counter piled 150 pages high waiting to be sent in to the embassy. Those form the crux of the basis for purchasing our tickets. I am reminded of the types of children's stories like Half Magic, in which a wish is only half granted, or in which a wish is granted in a very concrete way. We wished for excitement and adventure. Well, getting your visa four days before you are scheduled to fly out is certainly very "exciting." The moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for.