"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go ...I've been standing here" - hmm, 3 weeks now

...I don't quite think that's how the Chantel song goes, but the first part is accurate.  I am starting to wonder if I am ever going to get the wrinkles out of my clothes.


But I do have news!  And of course a full story behind that news.


It starts like this: every night for the past 3 weeks I have been going to bed with my blackberry turned up to loud (to wake me up) and my computer by my bed so that I can wake up 3 times throughout the night to check for emails.  Korea is 13 hours ahead, so the timing of talking to our recruiter has been tough, and we didn't want to miss anything.  Especially since every second was important and we were waiting for the go ahead to head to the Consulate in Toronto to hand in our passports and have our visas inserted into them.


Anyways, long story short - we got word that they were backed up over there, so it was taking much (much) longer than expected.  So, Thursday night I went to sleep at Lindsays, where unfortunately the internet was down ...which didn't seem like a big deal because we had been waiting 3 weeks and what were the chances.  However, I did ask Wayne to check my email along with his, just to be safe.


Friday morning I wake up, all rested and relaxed ...a night without stressing apparently was much needed! Until ....duh, duh, duh ...Wayne calls at 10am! 10am!  He didn't check the email until 10am and we got the go ahead and had to be at the Embassy by noon ...in Toronto!


This may seem a bit unfortunate to you ...but let me paint you the entire picture - I was at Lindsays, without a car, without my passport, without a change of clothes, in my pajamas ...with less than 2 hours to make it downtown Toronto.


SO - we jumped in her car (still in pajamas), hauled it downtown to pick up my moms keys (still in my pajamas) then I had to physically run across downtown to get to the parking garage (still in my pajamas) head home to grab my passport and jump back in the car to drive as quickly as possible to the Embassy (still in my pajamas.)


The outcome: Wayne made it on time, I did not.  But it didn't matter because he made it at 11:59 and the girl left for her lunch ...until 1:30.  So we waited ...and waited (and yes, I was still in my pajamas, having not brushed my teeth or my hair or washed my face ...lovely) with little hope because they don't take people after 12.  But our wish came true and she felt bad for us that we ended up sitting there for 2 hours waiting and she took care of us.


Another step down!


Last step: Interview on Thursday.  They just want to make sure I'm not a drug dealer or a danger to their country ... it's just a formality and our plane tickets are booked for Friday.


So yes, after so much waiting and impatience ...now I have a new sickness in my stomach ...I can't believe it's happening, we're actually going!


But for the record - I'm not saying any goodbyes (I'm even rethinking allowing my mom at the airport because I'm not sure either of us will be in good shape.)


And no ...Wayne has still not started packing yet. Boys.