Who would have thought that in just three and a half years, what felt like a lifetime would soon end? We have our orders. No more guessing, wishful thinking, and dreaming of the possibilities of what could be. They are in my hands; now it is time to plan for real. Time to move. Time to pack. Time to fly. I have been mentally preparing for this day over the last few months. Slowly, distancing myself from friends and neighbors. As if distancing myself could minimize the time bomb of separation that causes so much damage to my heart each time we leave.