With less than 30 days until I cross the pond, things are starting to pile up. Oh sure, I've got my VISA, a place to live, luggage to pack my life away into and tickets for that large steel bird in the sky, but with so much other stuff left to do, it's tough to remember that the big things are already dealt with. But one thing is for sure, in 26 days, ready or not, this yank is invading the motherland.
