Got our rental car.  Its a huge 'soccermom' thing, which is bloody hard to drive and even harder to park!  No wonder these women that drive these god awful space wagons drive so nervously!  You can't see a damn thing!  Anyway, its going to be great to put our luggage in.

Steve's Manager told him today that they were going to change his contract for their's and his benefit.  Now each party must give six month's notice.  This is really good news because it offers Steve job protection and us financial protection if they decide him working so far away isn't cost effective for them.  My only concern is that his salary is remaining the same, so he WILL be expected to put the hours in and be awake for conference calls or on hand in our night time.  Then he expects to work all day for another company.  I'm concerned that he will burn out, and will be taking too much on.  But we'll have to see how it works.  Without worrying about him (!) its great news for us.  It means we can upgrade our desired home, buy sooner and get two cars sooner and nice ones as well!  The pressure will be off me to work, so hopefully I can do some volunteering or studying when I eventually get my visa.  We will also be able to stay on top of and clear out remaining debts in this country as well.  Its about time we had some bloody luck after all this fiasco in Mexico!

Trying to sort things out for the last few days is causing many arguments though.  Both of us 'need' the car to get things done, I'm worried about missing something, and we have to take into consideration that Friday will be our last 'office' hours so speak, so any banking, or anything like that must be taken care of by the close of play on Friday, otherwise it'll be a nightmare trying to sort things out from NZ.  Emotions are riding high, I want to argue about everything.  I'm just tense, I want this move to be successful and I want us all to be happy.  I'm anxious for the friends and family that I'm leaving behind, and I'm anxious about our new life.  Time has started racing by, and I don't want any loose ends.  I still find myself not really believing that we are going, or waking in the night in panic that we have the long haul flight to cope with, how will the girls cope?  Will we settle down OK?  Then I'll have a rush of excitement that soon I'll be walking by the sea and we'll have our own place.

ITS MADNESS!  AAAAARGH!  Less than ONE week remaining!