Not long to go now. We had a farewell party on Saturday at The Windsor with a whole bunch of people. It was touching to see so many come to say goodbye (or, as one friend put it, “to make sure you were leaving.”) though unfortunately we didn’t get to talk to everyone as much as we would have liked. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves  and found someone to chat with and while away the afternoon. By the end of the day, Glen and I had spoken ourselves hoarse filling people in on the details.

While it’s sad saying goodbye, it hardly feels like a goodbye. Two years goes by awfully fast and we’ll be back before people can blink. (I’m sure I’ll notice it more when we get there and don’t know anybody.) What will feel strange is seeing how much the kids have grown. Some will be mini-adults. Others, who were only born this year, will be two…and walking and talking. That will be the weirdest thing coming back. All these extra people. 

The goodbyes are continuing this week. Every night has been booked to see one person or another. We’re managing to fit in a couple of last minute lunches and coffees during the day too. We’re definitely not taking it easy in our final days in Perth.

We’ve also got to complete a few more procedural things with banks, insurance, house rental, car and odds and ends. They’re getting ticked off so it feels like progress but if they aren’t done by the end of Friday, then it won’t be the end of the world. Luckily everything is so connected these days.

Three more days…