Seventy nine.

Seventy nine.

Seventy nine.

SEVENTY NINE.

Only seventy nine days until we leave for Florida. We leave everything and everyone behind. School. Family. Friends. Knowing how to get to this store or that restaurant.

Seventy nine days to go through everything we own and decide what to keep and what to get rid of.

Seventy nine days to make minor repairs to our entire house and clean it for selling.

I wish I had more help. I feel like I have to do this all by myself. George is gone from 7am until 6pm, and he's tired when he gets home. The kids are gone at school all day. They don't want to have to come home and work, either.

I just wish I had someone here to give me directions. We're not allowed to pack anything because of the movers. But how do I get anything done if I can't do anything?

Seventy nine.