Monday is two weeks. We were told that the decision on the new job would take two weeks. I am, without a doubt, the worst waiter in the whole world. I hate waiting. It’s the not knowing that is driving me nuts. I realize that if I knew I’d be busy, stressed, crazy but at least I’d be doing something. I would be doing, not planning. Planning takes up my every waking moment. The what if of it all is all consuming. If I knew we were not going, I could let it go. I would be disappointed sure, but at least I could be sad and let it go. If we ARE going then I could be BUSY. I would be simplifying our lives for god’s sake. I want to move in a very minimalistic way. I will be selling, donating and throwing away a LARGE amount of ‘things’ that we really don’t need. I would be digitizing pictures and putting things in storage. I would be going to government offices for passports for the kids and organizing school transfers. I would be getting the house ready for sale. I would be calling people to tell them. I would DOING. I suck at waiting.