Germany.

O.K, so we were at the vet and she said that Spunky doesn't have anything serious. I was so relieved! I say WAS for a reason. We are now in Germany, including Spunky and her nails are getting WAY better, except for one spot, we think she must have a tumor. I am so worried, I don't want her to die!
Anyway, we have been in Germany for the past few days. It has been nice, I still can not fathom that I will NOT be going home to our house in Austria when the week is up, I will be going to France. A place, so different and strange. Anyway, this week I have been trying to catch up on all the sleep that I missed while packing. I also have been doing a lot of shopping. I set myself a limit of money to spend, and I have almost reached it (after only 3 days) : )
Today I got one of my ears pierce. So, now I have two earrings in one ear, and one in the other. It looks really cute, even though it doesn't sound like it!
Papa is still in London for his seminar, but he will come back in time for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary this weekend. 50 years of marriage. That's special, especially now a days.
I am looking forward to the party, all my cousins will come, who I haven't seen in 2 years. I really don't know them well, we've seen each other like 5 times in 6 years.
Well, I think that's all the newest news, so bye bye.

My darlin' darlin' rabbit

My cutest little darling is sick. : (
Today I discovered an inflamed toe on her right front paw. I'm devastated. Tomorrow we leave for Germany, and of all times to get sick, now is when Spunky chooses to. We are going to the vet today, and I hope that it's nothing serious. I don't want Spunky to hurt, or to die. I need her. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but I really need her. She's been such a comfort to me during the move.

I am so thankful that God gave her to me 5 years ago. I don't know what I'd do without her. Even though she's only a rabbit, she has been my best friend, I have had to take care of her and she has kept me from drowning in self pity about this move.
I pray that God will heal her soon, so that she will be able to comfort me for many more years.
I love her sooooooooooooooo much!!!!!!!!

It's really happening

The movers are here, its really happening, I am moving. I am leaving Austria, my home for 13 years, forever. Oh, I know we will come back to visit, but it will never be the same. I will never be home here again. It feels weird, and I still don't really understand why all this is happening. My emotions are in a turmoil, and one minute I'm looking forward to France, the next I am mad at whatever is taking me away from home. As much as I have always wished Austria weren't my home, and I could live in America, I realize how much Austria IS home to me now.

Its raining outside, the feeling of "deja vu" is huge, almost 5 years ago, when we last moved, it was raining also. The heavens pouring out their waters, mirror my own mood. Thoughtful. Remembering. Regretting? Yes, I suppose I am regretting, regretting that I did not realize sooner that Austria truly has become my home. For so long I have wished to leave, now that we are leaving I want to stay. But what do they always say? The grass is greener on the other side. How true!

HOUSE!

Packing, packing, packing...
But...the good news is that my dad found a house for us!!!!!!!!
Now we at least have somewhere to pack for. Its a real pretty house and really really big. For the first time in our life all of us kids can have one room. I think the house is like a 158 square meters.
Even though I'd still like to stay in Austria, it makes moving so much easier now, that we have a house.
We need to be out of here in 1 week. That's sort of a problem, 'cause we can only move into our new house as of July 1st. But, we are going to put our stuff in some container for a few weeks, while we go to our grandparents in Germany, to celebrate their 50th anniversary. Then, after that, we'll go to France. (That'll be something like July 7th)
Then we have two weeks to unpack, until we go away again for four weeks to a French language school. (Which I really don't want to go to, because that means I will have to leave my rabbit again, and this time not with our friends, but with complete french strangers!)