I have the packing blues big time. I'm really excited for moving back to Cardiff for a whole host of reasons (fab flat! my friends! IT'S CARDIFF!!! And another reason!) but I just hate packing and moving. I wonder how
justjesi has managed to remain sane. She moved to the other side of the world! I'm only moving to the other side of this tiny, tiny country. I don't know, maybe I'm just a stupid grumpy pants.
However, I do feel I have a bit of a legit reason for being grumpy today. After spending quite a while digging out my printer, searching for the install disk, they searching online for drivers and various fixes... I found out my trusty old 3-in-1 is not compatible with Nightingale (my new laptop). So gutted. That printer and I have been through a lot together. At this point, feel free to imagine a sentimental montage of me and the printer. Printing stuff, scanning things. I printed out my dissertation on that old girl. *wipes away nostalgic tears* And most of the fabled WALL OF MAN LOVE from my first year of uni was printed out on my old printer. I have a new one now. It seems shiny enough I suppose.
Anyways. I just really hate packing and moving. It makes me feel all out of sorts.