We're leaving together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground (leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again?
With the Nordic Heritage Museum celebrating Viking Days across the street, I couldn’t resist a reference to that wonderfully horrible song by the Swedish 80s hard rock hair band, Europe.
We’re down to the final countdown, and to be honest I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to get to this point. I’m mentally fried from spending every moment available trying figuring out what the bare minimum of items we can comfortably take with us, determining what is of enough value to put into storage, what stays with our renters, what gets given away, and what gets tossed.
Now it’s just about time to go. The house is rented, the car is sold, camper is being loaded, and the truck’s tank is full of diesel.