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 like I always do. Like I am trying to minimize the timebomb of separation that causes so much damage to my heart each time we leave.