I am tired. So tired. I am pretty sure that whatever lurgy has been haunting me has finally caught up. And I have to move tomorrow. And I’m still not packed. I can’t believe how not-packed I still am. I mean, in reality, it’s about another 3 or so hours work. I have to pack the kitchen stuff that’s been in immediate use – plates, mugs, etc, and the food. oh, and some of my craft stuff, but that’s just a case of stuffing it into a bag. The toughest part is all the little random things around the house that aren’t big enough for a box of their own, even as a category, but are thigns I use every day. Lip balm. Book I’m reading. Needle sizer. You know.
However. I have been trying to squeeze in some introspection in between the freak outs. I realised that today is the last day that I will walk out from my unit and catch the bus. Thank God. I am sick of looking at the same people every morning – way sicker than I thought you could be of something like that.
Which is to say, I thought of some more things I will and will not miss.
Will not miss:
:: The commute. Packed bus, not long enough to do anything, too long to really be speedy. If I catch the bus at a more reasonable time (ie, after 8) it’s really crowded, and the traffic is terrible. The bus driver often misses my stop – just drives right past it – leaving me to yell out from the back behind a crowd of disgruntled people. Which makes the whole thing more of a drama than a 15 minute bus ride ought to be.
:: The car alarms. Don’t get me started!
Things I will:
:: Whoever it is who has moved in upstairs and practices violin on Saturday mornings. They’re really good.
:: The IKEA knife-magnet and bar with s-hooks on in the kitchen. I will miss this a lot.
:: The constant cycle of hard rubbish out the front of the building, and out the back near the huge skips we have for rubbish. Current count: out the front, someone’s pantry and an old washing machine. out the back, the base of a mattress, a bed head, a coffee table, a beat up dressing table. Keeps it interesting, you know?
I think it might be a two coffee day. Kate it tired…