I woke up early today. Variety of reasons.
Had to call Aberdeen's admission office, needed to check that they'd gotten my acceptance of offer letter. No, they haven't yet. But they are understaffed, so fair enough.
Had to call potential GP surgery in Aberdeen, I supposedly need to register sooner rather than later because of the cancer followups/Synthroid regulation. Nope, can't do until I can come get forms. I'll see if ybunny can pick them up if he gets to Aberdeen afore me.
Had to call McKee, needed to make sure they know I'm quitting...plus needed to buy COBRA insurance for these last two weeks I'm stateside. My contact's not in yet. Though, I know she leaves work well before noon. So, either she's not working her full 8 or I'm missing something. Ah, well.
Well, I've gotten somewhere on all the packing, that's for sure. Nothing like desperation to motivate. :)
I have culled everything down to two very large suitcases and two not quite as large suitcases. So, hopefully I'm not morbidly over the weight limits.
Lynn and I leave (so, that's who's taking the other two bags, I hear you figure... ;) ) in two weeks and two days. Raar.
I've known this is all 'for real', so to speak, since the day my visa came back...but...
It's just getting more real everyday, I suppose. I think any situation becomes more real as you start to conceptualize the steps involved. :)
Right now, I'm trying to remember enough about Glasgow to figure how to get us from the airport to the train station. I've had various offers for rides from Glasgow to Aberdeen, but since we'll be arriving mid-week I think it'll likely be up to Lynn and me to get ourselves up to Doom. Besides, I'm thinking it's going to take a pickup truck to hold all those suitcases. At least, that's how we're getting them to the airport here. :)
Alright, I'm going back to bed for a few hours. My eyes feel all sticky-like.