36 Hours to Take Off

With only 36 hours to take off, the basement looks like a windstorm swept through it. I am done all I can do to help pack, at this point it's Mark that has to make everything fit and have the final say of what goes and what stays. He's got two very large suitcases that we've filled with everything from toiletries and clothes to bedsheets and dive gear. He's even taking a few kitchen items, such as a pan a few spatulas and some dish towels with the intention of purchasing the rest once he arrives.

As big as the suitcases are, they are still not big enough for everything we had wanted to take. It doesn't help that my suitcases won't be going down for another few months.

He also has his carry on bag to fill with his James Bond books, laptop and official documents.

He will be leaving here on Tuesday morning, and arriving Thursday morning (New Zealand time, which is Wednesday afternoon Canadian time). As Mark keeps saying, he will call us from the future once he arrives.

His plans once he arrives are to set up his bank account in Auckland, register at the university and purchase a few things that he will need for his new living arrangements. He will then go out to Leigh where we will be living and figure things out from there. He will need to find accommodations, a fridge (as they are not rented with their apartments),  his first grocery order, and unpack. He will then start his PhD, which will be an adventure on its own.