Here we go!

Sigh and Phew! It is so true that our plan and God's plan will very often be two very different things. Once again, what we had planned to happen with this trip has not worked out exactly, but just enough to keep us guess, anxious and nervous as all get out!

My work permit was supposed to reach us via FedEx on Monday before 10:30, especially since i was told that it was picked up on Friday in Ireland. However, i was later updated that it was NOT picked up on Friday by FedEx because you know... its Friday, and people don't like to work late on Fridays... and we would have to wait until Wednesday to receive it. Ok... now that was cutting it close. We already arranged our flight to leave from JFK on Thursday at 7:10 and if the work permit was late by a day, oh geez. Our (mostly meaning my) stomachs were in big bally tied up gnarly knots on Wednesday morning. You see, at this point we had decided to leave for Brooklyn on Wednesday around 10:00 to make it to Grimaldi's (the world's best pizza, conveniently located beneath the Brooklyn Bridge) around 12:00 and meet my Brooklyn residing Aunty Am there so that she could then take us to JFK, leisurly enough, on Thrusday. Sooooo, having our last breakfast in PA with Mike's parents was so anxiety ridden that i thought the oatmeal was going to come back up. 9:00 past, 9:45 past, 10:00 was here and i just couldn't take it! I got on the Phone with FedEx about to plead and tell them over the phone that i was on my knees, all this time praying that God would miraculously take away my anxiety and let me actually enjoy this anticipation of moving to another country. It was at that moment in the midst of my prayer that i saw the FedEx truck stroll down the country road. I hung up the phone on someone mid-sentence, scream "THE FED-EX TRUCK IS HERE!" and ran to put my sneakers on, knowing fully well that Mike's parents don't have numbers or a mailbox to denote thier driveway. I grabbed my coat and started to race down the icy driveway to catch the truck as i imagined it driving right past the non-marked driveway. This time I was praying that i wouldn't break a bone and cause myself more delay being casted up in a hospital some where. It was then that i saw the glorious, white, orange and purple truck with an angel in the driver's seat coming straight for me. He handed me my work permit, i told him he saved my life and thanked him profusely for doing his job on time and celebrated with jumps and hugs with Michael and his mom.

Phew.... and i thought the SAT's were stressful.

Needless to say, Grimaldi's was incredible, the last good pizza we'll have for a year. And we have finally been able to really get excited about this whole thing. There is nothing stopping us!
We know where to go once we get there, we have a cool house to stay at for 9 days and we're going to be meeting the people we've been corresponding with for 2 months at long last on Friday morning! ITS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!!
Next stop- Shannon Airport!