Date Set for Malta
This picture is worth very little words. That's because I'm not flying with Air Malta to Malta; I'll be flying Lufthansa. But the Air Malta jet looks prettier. (I hope I don't get punished for saying that).
I'm very superstitious now. I've set the date for leaving: October 22nd. And I'm afraid anything can happen. When I say that, I don't mean that the night before I'll leave, I'll win the the New Hampshire lottery or something like that. I mean something, well, not so good (G-d forbid).
My friend S is here from Germany and it's the "last" time I'll see him before I meet him--with my cat--in Germany. We'll then fly (Lufthansa) to Malta.
The stress of setting the date has started taking a toll on us. S and I have been fighting lately about little things--like what he can't stand about me and what I can't stand about him. (Naturally, there's a lot more wrong with him.) I guess reality is hitting us that we're going to be together in a foreign country after over seven years of waiting.
All this has even affected my cat. She wants attention as usual, but not near S. She won't come over and purr or do that footsie thing on my comforter that cats do unless S is out of the room.
On a brighter note, S and I have been having fun looking online at apartments in Malta. It seems to be true what I've heard: that renting is reasonable in Malta, but buying is very expensive. Well, we're too old to buy anything now, so we'll be renting. I want an "apartment with character." That's one with stone walls, Maltese tiles on the floor (no more vacuuming cat fur off of carpet again--ever) and a yard or stone balcony.
For those of you who have been kind enough to follow this little journey of mine, I just wanted to let you know that I've chosen a date to leave the US and go to live in another country. And I'm scared big time.



