She Made It

We got up around 6:30am today, about an hour and a half ago, and saw a text from Bellana saying she was on the ground. The flight tracker I was watching last night had the plane on the ground in Amsterdam right on time. There’s a six hour time difference so I asked her if she caught her train out of Amsterdam to her final destination and she said yes. They are in their rented apartment and starting their border-crossing-covid-quarantine. I am not sure how long. 10 days, I think. Maybe less with negative tests? I’m not sure.

The important thing is, she made it to where she needed to be. Sigh of relief. Now I have to find a way to talk her into coming home for a quick visit. Heh Heh. Kidding.

In the immortal words of Obi-Wan Kenobi, “another happy landing.”

She’s Leaving

Bellana is packing up the car. She’s about to leave. We won’t see her again until July.

I stole a pic of her Minecraft water bottle to remember her by.


She left. Her roommate picked her up and they just drove off. She is going to have an amazing experience. I’m going to miss her like mad, but it will worth it when she has the best time ever.

Europe

Today is going to be one of those confusing empty nester kind of days that I do so love to write about.

Ugh.

Bellana is going to Europe for the next semester. She’s in a study abroad program. It’s going to be an epic experience for her even though it will be lessened quite a bit by our ol’ pal Covid. I am very excited for her, obviously. As a former career college student I must say that I am a tiny bit jealous. Mostly though I am just going to miss her. School in Vermont seems far away, but a 3-4 hour drive is nothing compared to a flight across the Atlantic Ocean. If we need to get to her while she’s in Vermont we can do it. In Europe? Eh, not so much.

Her flight isn’t for a couple of days, but she is going on this adventure with one of her roommates and she is going to spend tonight and tomorrow at his place as they finalize all the last minute details. She’s leaving this afternoon. This weekend was actually a Dad weekend but she came and stayed at our house yesterday as a little bonus. I am super thankful that we got an extra day.

So it’s back to being very happy and excited and proud and also sad all at the same time. It’s like Ron Weasley said, (paraphrasing) one person can’t feel all of that at once, they’ll explode.

Ka’Boom, babie

Want to Move to Scottland?

This Haunted, Abandoned Village in Scotland Can Be Yours for $173,000

Take my money, please!

I don’t mind sharing the property with a ghost. We can do some research to find out how to make ghosts like you instead of scare you and then we can have the ghost predict the future for us. Let the riches roll in, babie! Hey ghost lady, can you give us the line on this week’s Powerball? Thanks, ghost lady!

I’ve always wanted to live on a lake. In this case I would technically be living on a Loch, but I think I will be okay splitting that particular hair. I might even take up fishing, though I think I’m more of a catch and release kinda guy than kill it and grill it.

Of course, the best part about living in Scottland? No trump supporters. Kiss my kilt wearing ass, fascists.