Sorry this took so long. I know I haven't been very active so it's my fault it's going so slow.
The forms are still open but I'm eager to start as I know manny of you are. Good luck.

You're getting ready, packing your things. Saying goodbye. Do you go? Do you decline? Before you know it, there is a carriage coming down the road toward your residence. It looks sort of like it belongs in a fairytale. I pulls up in front and the door swings open as the driver tips his purple hat to you. "Coming?" He asks in a cheerful tone as the hoses shake their manes.