Sin e. That's it (literally in gaelic). The boxes are now gone. 9 of them are now winging their way to New Zealand. We had a bit of stress as we don't know whether any of them are over our 40kg weight limit, but nothing can be done about that now. With any luck any charges for being over weight will outweigh what another box would have cost us. The house feels strangely empty at the moment. Like something's missing. Almost i guess like it's not our house anymore. It's hard to explain. Suffice to say, we're on our way. Today is Matt's last day of work and we're leaving our flat on Monday to head up to Clonmel where his Aunt, Uncle and cousins live for a visit and to break up the trip up to Dublin. It's been consistently cold and drafty here--the kind of chill that just gets into your bones and you can't help but shiver. I can not say that i'm going to miss that. Warm weather is a very tantilising idea right now. Like every packer i keep feeling like i've missed something but at this point if it's been missed it's now going around the world with us.

Not much more to say really, that's about it. So so long for now...