So we're unpacking, and repacking. All day.



 

It's starting to feel a little more real now. We're moving to Azerbaijan. Tomorrow.

 

The past week has been a blur of getting everything sorted and saying goodbye to people that we won't see for a while. We're almost there, a late-night shopping trip yesterday on the hunt for Cadbury's giant chocolate buttons ticked one more thing off the list, and we've spent most of today packing {and then unpacking and repacking to get the weight right}.

 

We'll be flying out tomorrow morning which means a 4am wake up call, but I've been attempting to get a jump start on the jet-lag. We've been getting up an hour earlier each day so that the four hour time difference in Baku won't be as bad when we have to be up for work on Monday. Or so the theory goes. Dan's not so great at it.

 

So that's it. Six suitcases, 10 bottles of shampoo, and three learn to speak Russian apps loaded on the phone, we're ready to go.