Sarah has arrived. After a whirlwind few weeks of attempting to tie up loose ends, Sunday sort of 'happened' upon me. Sunday - the Day Before. Usually, the day before is one spent relaxing with family and friends, having the suitcases already packed, and the last minutes trips to Chadstone to pick up anything left of the List.

Yes. Sarah had been living and moving according to a List. This is a first, especially for one who LOVES the label of Listmaker - however never really following through.

However, Sarah's Day Before was one of masked panic and contained psych-out. Leaving things to the last minute is my style. Everybody knows that. However, the Day Before, or should I write the Month Before, I was in complete denial. I'm going to Israel for six months? To live? And I'm working full time until the Week Before? Nu Sarah, ma kara? (Sarah - what happened to you?)

Let's just say, I was 'blinded' by the emotional experience. I've misplaced my glasses. Big time.