waiting...

So we've been given a transfer-offer, to relocate to Bermuda.
And we accepted.

It's a bit longer a story than that actually, and maybe I'll write it down some time.
At the moment though, it's the waiting period.

There seem to be phases: the initial adrenaline rush, oh goodie, we're going to move from England to Bermuda. Then the doubts: eh... are you SURE this is a good idea?
then the cooling-off and planning phase: So, what are we going to do with the house.
And mixed in with all this: WAITING.

I'd like for the children to start their next school year in Bermuda: 21 Aug... waiting.

Funny thing is, I have the sneaky suspicion (yea right) that it'll all be a bit like the final exams in College again. You know when they are on, you wait forever, and then cram the night before.
So now I'm waiting, only to panick in the second week of August (LOL).

But then again, my boss wouldn't ask us to move only to pull a fast one.
I'm a pastor.

Waiting is something my Boss recommends ("wait on the Lord").