Leaving on a jet plane, a car, another jet, another jet, a bus, a train, and a long walk pulling two large bags.

Anyone who knows the two of us can figure out which one of us packs like this.

And which other one packs like this.

Not to give away to whom the pile above belongs, but I also packed these items.

which successfully got past TSA containing my whole wheat sourdough starter, my white flour starter, and my kombucha SCOBY (Symbiotic Culture of Bacteria and Yeast.)

We departed 7 AM Saturday morning, New Year's Eve, and after driving to the Pittsburgh Airport, flew to Newark (sat for 7 hours), flew to Dublin, flew to Manchester, took a bus and then a train from Manchester to Lancaster and then schlepped our bags along flagstone sidewalks (after walking the opposite direction in the waning sunlight of New Year's Day) to our new home on 41 Regents Street, Lancaster.  A day later we were sharing a pint (OK, a half pint) at the Merchants.  And that's right, if you look closely the picture is accurate.  I did feel like I had a pole through the back of my skull.