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Okay, I'm getting nervous again. Started packing up a bunch of stuff in the house last night and realized it might be years before I see it again.

Funny thing is, I haven't really looked at any of that stuff since I packed it last time. Each time I move, I always try to clean things out but no matter what, I still feel like I have tons and tons of memories. I hate to part with them. I'm sure if the Shep got a hold of everything, he would definately be more ruthless. Ah, I'll let him get a stab at it when we get back and buy our own house. They he can have some say as to what stuff I keep.

So, we've met with real estate agents and they said "Tidy the house, get rid of the clutter" and so that is what we're doing.

Still waiting on the stuff from the Irish Embassy in Northern Ireland. I know that I only sent it last week but it just seems like it's taking forever. Possibly because the first letter I sent didn't include the right information

Lesson #1: Call the embassy to make sure you have the most up to date forms before sending stuff away. Turned out the amount to recieve a birth certificate from Northern Ireland is now 9 pounds as opposed to 7 pounds (note: do not take my word for it either because it could change again). Plus, there was a special form that I had to fill out.

So, with that off last tuesday - just a week! eeks! - I will have to hope that I get something next week.

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