44 Hours

It hardly seems real that in only 44 hours, Brian and I will be boarding a plane to make the first leg of our trip home to Scotland. We will hand over our one way tickets and be on our way to a new adventure awaiting us in Edinburgh.

While buying our tickets for the Old State House museum in Boston yesterday, the clerk asked us where we were from. Our reaction was to burst into laughter. You see, we're not quite sure where we're from at the moment. Grand Rapids? Scotland? Our friends' place in Hamilton MA? I can't wait to be able to answer that question with boldness - to look a person in the eye and say "We're from Leith - which is in Edinburgh, Scotland". For now, we'll settle for being in a kind of time warp, waiting for the next part of our adventure as a couple to begin. Who knows where we'll be two years from now, a year from now even. All I know is that in 44 hours, we will be one step closer to having a home again.