By this time, I already start packing. Excited much? No, not really. My mom send me a box full of winter clothing, and that's what my luggage contain at this moment. I'm feeling mixed emotions. Yes, I'm excited about moving to another continent, but a big part of me is also sad. Leaving my pug is heartbreaking. I know that God won't let something happen to her. I know that He will use my family as an instrument for Misha to be OK. I really hope and pray that they will take care and love Misha the way I do. =( I really hope that my flight will be smooth and fast. I hope everything will be OK and we'll arrive in London in once piece.