I know. I can't believe it either. A year ago P. and I half-jokingly wondered, what if we put everything in storage and moved to India for a year? Six months ago we both applied for grants and residencies there, because why not keep our options open. A few days ago P. got a big envelope in our rusted mailbox at the end of our dirt road, and inside was a letter from the grant people saying, hey, we're funding your project and you need to be in Delhi in *August.*
So we're moving to India in two and a half months, and we'll stay the better part of a year. P. is going to learn about clean water delivery and I have a painting residency. The doggies will stay with Ma and Pa Stockman on the farm back in New Jersey, where they can square off against foxes instead of coyotes. Provided we finish the restoration and make the trip back east in one piece, the Scamp will live in the barn. Everything else will go in storage. And that's how we're moving to India: just. like. that.
[Insert squeal of total panic/ utter excitement here.]