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What a hectic few days this has been!

I expected packing up and closing off my private clients to be not quite as hectic as they turned out to be, and can only breathe a sigh of relief that the clients are over with except to be paid for my efforts, and the packing up is more or less completed for the major items.

To officially mark the end of my sojourn in Kingston, I went out to dinner with my closest female friends in Kingston.  There are only two of them, as such it was a small but enjoyable dinner that was had.  Of course, in keeping with the tradition G and I established, we went to have sushi, because that is what we do when he is leaving for Canada.  Now that I am the one doing the leaving, my friends and I did the same.

Along with dinner, I left my friends with small tokens to keep as reminders of me.  For one, a small book of practical advice for every woman; for the other, a book journal to record all the books she is reading, from one reader to another.  I will be able to look back and say, how cool was it that we could do that?  Very cool.

Tonight is my last night in this apartment, tomorrow night I fall asleep in my mother's house.  I have lived here for 19 months, and of all the addresses I had in Kingston, it will remain my favourite.  No, it wasn't the best apartment, but it certainly was the most conveniently located, and the one I felt safest going to and from.  I had the least issues here, and really few things annoyed me, and now they are of no consequence.  I am looking forward to my new address, but will remember this one fondly.

I am moving again.  In the eighteen years since I became an adult (legally, anyhow), I have had twice as many addresses as I did in the previous eighteen years.  I am obviously something of a rolling stone.  I have always been willing to pull up stakes and move to the next place in the hope that I will find something better than obtained in the last place.  In some cases, it was work, in other cases it was quality of life.

One more appointment and some bill paying tomorrow, then off to the West!

PPR!!

O.M.G.  The all-important passport request (PPR) call has finally come.  It lasted less than a minute, and that was all it took to turn my head upside down.  The crossroads I have been journeying towards is now in sight!

So, I take my passport in Tuesday, and I wait for the call to return to collect it.  My plans for going home to my husband before our second anniversary are very probable now, they are no longer just a possibility.

I have so much to organize and plan.  First, though, a celebration.  Getting this far required a lot of learning, a lot of hard work and expense, and no small amount of patience and I think I shall congratulate myself a little.  Insofar as I have mostly resisted the urge to whine or complain, insofar as I have spent the time waiting fruitfully, I believe it is OK to congratulate myself that much and to celebrate. *cheers*