Getting ready to go to Amsterdam. Travel is so stressful. I kind of identified some of the source of stress. The idea of going somewhere and then 'going home.' I am fortunate to have a stable and peaceful home.
OK, that may change when I get a new dog but that's later.
We were watching a murder mystery and they were looking for alibis. And they ask, what did you do afterwards? I went home. I had a very visceral reaction to the idea of not being able to go home.
This is a very elaborate project. Nine years in the making. I am fortunate to be able to do it. Turns out several younger family members are going all the way to Europe because they wanted to go and the time was good for them. I wish we could have some 'new' members coming. Marta's relatives were in on the planning but could not come.
It will all work out, really it will.
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