Viva la Scotland

Today is my last 24 hour day in the United States for a very long time.

I'm doing pretty well.

I saw my grandparents and aunt/uncle last night for the very last time. It was okay, I didn't cry. Mom is dropping me and Scott off at the airport quickly because she's got "Pillar Talks" at work that she can't miss. So there shouldn't be any tears there either. Dad will meet us at the airport around that time, and I already told him no tears. I'm just not in the mood for tears. Not yet. I'll cry later.

I have been a little depressed over the past couple days which I suppose is only to be expected. But I haven't been grumpy or difficult, just a little quiet. And tired. I am incredibly tired. I spent the better half of yesterday afternoon trying to stuff as many things as possible into our 4 suitcases and 2 carry-ons and 2 personal bags. I still don't know how I'm going to fit in the shampoo and other toiletries after Scott takes his shower.... They are full to bursting, I'm serious.

Meanwhile, we just have to run a few errands today, wash the car (to be sold), clean it out, and run to the post office. Then it's off to the airport. Au revoir.