What happened to December 3rd?

We left the States at 6:32am on Wednesday, December 3rd.

We left our house at about 4:00am on Wednesday, December 3rd.

We would have NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER made it to the airport were it not for Geoff and Katrina.

Let's just say that Goff and Katrina are living proof that God places people in your life with a purpose. His purpose in giving us the Helzers was two-fold. One, He was rewarding us for something, apparently, (thanks, God!) because they are just the very best people in every way, and we loved every single minute we spent with them. Two, He knew that there weren't two other people capable of dealing with the implosion of my life (and subsequent mess) that resulted from The Move. More on that later.

So December 3rd. That day, for all intents and purposes, didn't really happen. I lost a chunk of it somewhere over the US, then a bit in New York, and the rest over the Atlantic. I emerged in Manchester, England, at about 8:00am on December 4th.

And so it begins.