It seems unreal. A month of craziness has led to this.
Tomorrow is our last full day here. We will spend it loading our stuff in the back of our hearse.
Tomorrow we pack our books and clothes and keepsakes into our car to be ready for the early morning.
Tomorrow we find out how much of the maybe-stuff can fit with the definitely-coming-stuff.
Tomorrow night we watch one last movie on the big TV, and sleep in our uncomfortable bed one last time.
This move is so weird and so big. I feel queasy.