My Last Meal Before Malta

 

 

Thank God for this stuff. 

 

I'm moving to Malta today, folks.  I've given up trying to not go over the weight requirements for my luggage.  If I have to pay more, I'll have to.  Or I'll just open the damn luggage up and start tossing things on the floor.

 

My cat had her last visit with the vet to get ready for Malta.  The treatment for ticks and tapeworms took two minutes.  The other 45 involved the poor vet filling out papers for the pet requirements.

 

The shipping company (more on them later) ripped me off for more than $600 over their estimate.  They underestimated my stuff by 1000 pounds.  Right.

 

My landlord came by last night to try to evict me the day before I leave.  Why are the negative things the things that stick with us?

 

I'm trying to concentrate on all the wonderful people who have said farewell to me with dinners, gifts and cards--and lots of tight hugs.  And even some tears.

 

I'm thinking of my friend Barb who literally became my personal assistant these past weeks, helping me with everything from selling my car to getting ready to smash my landlord's face in my defense.

 

I'm thinking of all the people who met me solely through this blog who have given me tons of words of encouragement to keep going.

 

I'm thinking of my girls who showed me a great time last week in NY.  And my brother--I'm thinking of him, too--who sends me funny cat videos to calm me down. 

 

And I'm thinking of the boyfriend waiting for me in Frankfurt who will accompany me--after seven long years--to Malta.

 

So I'm going to be positive now, and just hope the plane doesn't you-know-what.  Sorry.  Old habits are hard to break.

 

See you in Malta, jell Alla jrid.

 

Comments

[Marsha & Peter Fasi]

Hi, we're enjoying reading your blog. We are an American couple in Miami with plans to move to Malta in the next few years. I'm Maltese-American and my wife is African-American. We're also elated about Obama's election.

slight correction :
jekk Alla jrid - if God wants