Tomorrow movers will descend on our apartment and whisk away our belongings, initiating our lastest and greatest move, this one to Amman, Jordan. As the poet once said, "I was walking down a road, or a path or something -- whatever -- and there was this other road... maybe a fork I guess. And I wasn't sure which fork to take, so I took the one with more foliage." Another poet said, slightly less applicably, "Yo quiero Taco Bell." These lines are my guiding light in this time of change.Indeed, times of change are like Justin Timberlake songs: you know a new one is going to come eventually and you know it's going to suck, but you can't really avoid it.
We'll spend a week or so at a hotel here in the D.C. area, lounging by the pool and ordering pizza (Shannon will order out for cucumbers and carrot sticks). Then it's a 12 hours coach-class extravaganza from NYC to Amman with two kids. I plan to spend a lot of time in the lavatory with a "severe upper respitory ailment" (and Archie comic books), which will unfortunately and sadly make me unable to deal with the children. Alas.