On Sentimentality
I must say goodbye to my apartment this week. I have five days to study and pack everything that I own. I'm a little sad to leave, but perhaps I'll like my eventual new place enough that I'll forget about this one. I don't really get attached to things and can quite easily say goodbye to them.
If I don't cry at whatever send off happens this exam period, don't be offended. I'll miss you all, but I just don't cry about this kind of thing.
It's so weird to move so much. I think I have moved (in my memory) about 8 or 9 times in my life. Not including helping my sister's move another 6 or so times combined.
I hate the packing, unpacking, and most of all the actual moving of furniture and boxes. You move all your crap out, just to drive somewhere else to move it in. It's so annoying.
Hence, I am writing this and not packing as we speak... I should go do that.
Cheerio then!
If I don't cry at whatever send off happens this exam period, don't be offended. I'll miss you all, but I just don't cry about this kind of thing.
It's so weird to move so much. I think I have moved (in my memory) about 8 or 9 times in my life. Not including helping my sister's move another 6 or so times combined.
I hate the packing, unpacking, and most of all the actual moving of furniture and boxes. You move all your crap out, just to drive somewhere else to move it in. It's so annoying.
Hence, I am writing this and not packing as we speak... I should go do that.
Cheerio then!