I get my endings and beginnings mixed up, too.

In two weeks, I will be on a flight to Spain. After 3 months of filling out the wrong paperwork, filling out the correct paperwork, gathering information from doctors and government departments, driving into LA to deliver said paperwork to the appropriate people… my visa was approved and issued. I picked up my visa from the Spanish Consulate in LA on Wednesday and, by Thursday, my flight was booked.

My shipment has a different schedule and will leave the port on March 4 and will arrive in Spain on March 21. This means I will be without my “things” for a month… Ironic since I just wrote and preached about being tied down by things. Sometimes I preach for myself, I guess.

For a process that took a long time, the end has been quick and now I am trying to finish up all the details before my two weeks is complete: last minute visits and phone calls, shopping for essentials, Zoom meetings to finish up life here and Zoom meetings to start life there. “I get my endings and beginnings mixed up, too.” *

Po’s arrangements have hit a bit of a snag, as I have been unsuccessful in connecting with the service that will handle her transportation. I am waiting until Monday to start panicking. I know it will all work out in the end, but sometimes the quagmire of “how’s” overwhelm the vision of the end.

Today, I have an appointment with the Verizon store to talk to them about international phone use and then we’ll do the Super Bowl tomorrow. Endings and beginnings.

*This is a lyric from “High Life” by Counting Crows that comes to mind during transitions, where endings and beginnings merge.