Butterflies

Well, here we are in NC! We made the 3.5 hr drive yesterday and arrived safely around 2100 (9 p.m.). I thought that this was going to be a relaxing weekend where I wouldn't have to worry about anything but playing with my niece. I now stand [or sit...] corrected.

I realized several things about our moving situation this morning.

1. The place where we have to drop off our car is only open Monday through Friday from 0800 to 1600. Our flight leaves on a Monday at 0730, which means we have to be there at 0530. Seriously?! So, we're going to have to get a hotel in Charleston and rent a car for the weekend. Grrrrr.

2. After all the stressing out I was doing yesterday about having Joe there to sign papers to break our lease, I completely forgot to go by and tell them! Now what?! I'm probably not going back until the day before the movers come!!!!

3. I don't think that the shelter we got Jasper from sent me the correct rabies vaccination form. They sent me one that was signed, yes, but it looks absolutely nothing like the one I got from the vet's office on base. So, if Hawaii doesn't accept this one, Jasper is going to have to get another rabies shot and only then can he get blood work done. Which tacks on about 90 days to the already extremely long 120 day quarantine period. Which is more time my baby is going to be spending several thousand miles away from me. I am not happy.

So, I have butterflies in my tummy because of all this. I'm nervous about flying to Hawaii, nervous about shipping our car {and getting the necessary paperwork together}, nervous about leaving Jasper, nervous about not getting our things when we need them, nervous that our apartment won't let me sign the paperwork to break the lease, and the list continues. Am I the only one that gets worked up like this about a PCS? Or is it just because this is my first "real" PCS? Or maybe it's because we're PCS-ing across the Pacific?

This has turned out to be more involved than I thought it would be...