The title says it all. How can it take two years to go through the application process and then suddenly you realise you have two weeks to go and my house doesn't even REMOTELY look I'm moving ANYWHERE much less to the other side of the world. I wouldn't say I'm a procrastinator by nature but this is truly ridiculous. And by nature of what we do, we have two weekends of performances right up until 2 days before we go. STOP THE WORLD - I NEED TO GET OFF! Everything about our situation has been bizarrely unique - I mean who else gets the shippers in to quote for a 7 1/2 foot foam elephant and two 14 foot giraffes (along with a few beds and bookshelves) I know two weeks from Monday, I will be on a plane with my husband and 3 children but the big question is will any of our belongings have made it??? Will my house be empty for the new renters or will I accidentally leave somebody behind??? Someone give me some encouragement that at least one of you felt like this or that it's even possible????