Last post from the red walled room
I'm moving tomorrow. About half my stuff was moved last night (so many books and DVDs, so many) and the rest of it is being moved tomorrow afternoon. The new flat is across town (well, across central Wellington anyway) and the time it takes me to walk to work has about tripled, but I know this is the right call. I'll miss this flat and this room with its red walls, awesome wardrobe and gorgeous view, but I had to do this.
God, packing is a bitch though. I stopped packing briefly about an hour ago to check LJ and now the last thing I want to do is start again. I haven't got a lot to do, but just, ugh.
I feel I should say something else, but I can't think of what.
God, packing is a bitch though. I stopped packing briefly about an hour ago to check LJ and now the last thing I want to do is start again. I haven't got a lot to do, but just, ugh.
I feel I should say something else, but I can't think of what.