Friday, July 16, 2010
I love The Princess Bride. And I LOVE how Vizzini says "inconceivable" all the time. And then Inigo Montoya says "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." My friend recently bought a copy of the DVD because it came with a key ring that says "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my Father. Prepare to DIE." when you press a button. (More memorable quotes can be found here.)
Believe it or not, this post is not about my love for The Princess Bride, though I wouldn't blame you for thinking that. This post is about moving to Wangaratta. Tomorrow. I mean, we've known for 8 months (just think about that for a moment - 8 MONTHS!) that this move was coming. In no way should we have been caught unaware. But here we are, with 24 hours to go, our place filled with packed and to-be-packed boxes, our wardrobe has thrown up all over our room, and we pretty much know the kombi needs a push-start each time we want to start the engine. Fun, oui? Well at least we have a home to go to (yay!) and we have a plan. You gotta have a plan my friends.
Exactly 2 years to the day, we moved to college. And exactly 2 years and 1 day after we moved in, we'll be leaving. I've been looking forward to a bit of a change, but leaving here is filling me with sadness. We have met the most incredible people, been shown the most gracious hospitality, and had some of the best times.
But now it's time for new adventures to begin; for new friends to be made, and for more good times to be had. I know that it was God's plan for us to be here at Newman for this time, and I thank him for his great idea often. As I sit writing this, Littlefoot is kicking away (the coolest thing I've ever felt in my LIFE) and I know he/she is looking forward to what is to come.