I knew there was a reason I didn't move house last year
I hate moving. I really really hate moving. It's just one of those things that takes so long, and is so boring, and I really have to force myself to concentrate on putting things in boxes because otherwise I can feel myself growing restless within about three minutes and I hate things that make me feel like that. And then when I look at everything and think about how much I've already packed and yet nothing looks different and I feel sort of panicky I hate that too. Which is why yoga is brilliant.
So yes, today has been moving day. Kind of. I'm not actually moving out properly until the 30th, but as I'm off to Glastonbury next weekend, today was really the only opportunity for getting all my stuff out. Except it wouldn't all fit in the car and so my mum and dad are coming back on the 30th anyway to get me and the rest of it. I'm not complaining... thought I was going to have to lug the remainder on the train.
This last week has been exhausting. I worked twelve solid days in a row (which I don't recommend), and have been trying to zero out my flexi so I've been working late a lot. I've also been struggling to come to terms with the fact that I'm leaving Sheffield. It's all so messed up... I was ok with going... I was *ready* to go. And now I'm wondering if I'm about to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life, leaving my friends and everything I've worked so hard to get behind, even if it is only for a few months before I go travelling.
Wow, kind of a depressing post.
Slightly less depressing is the fact that I've been writing more in the last few weeks than I have for a few years. In the 'wips I'm actually working on' category (as opposed to the 'wips that are sort of sitting around and waiting for some inspiration') are one long HSM piece, about three short HSM pieces, and my part of mine and Mel's epic HSM collaboration fic. Oh, and some Potter. Yup. Busy. :)
And now I am kind of getting cold sat here in the IC, so I think I'm going to go in search of warmth and dinner.
So yes, today has been moving day. Kind of. I'm not actually moving out properly until the 30th, but as I'm off to Glastonbury next weekend, today was really the only opportunity for getting all my stuff out. Except it wouldn't all fit in the car and so my mum and dad are coming back on the 30th anyway to get me and the rest of it. I'm not complaining... thought I was going to have to lug the remainder on the train.
This last week has been exhausting. I worked twelve solid days in a row (which I don't recommend), and have been trying to zero out my flexi so I've been working late a lot. I've also been struggling to come to terms with the fact that I'm leaving Sheffield. It's all so messed up... I was ok with going... I was *ready* to go. And now I'm wondering if I'm about to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life, leaving my friends and everything I've worked so hard to get behind, even if it is only for a few months before I go travelling.
Wow, kind of a depressing post.
Slightly less depressing is the fact that I've been writing more in the last few weeks than I have for a few years. In the 'wips I'm actually working on' category (as opposed to the 'wips that are sort of sitting around and waiting for some inspiration') are one long HSM piece, about three short HSM pieces, and my part of mine and Mel's epic HSM collaboration fic. Oh, and some Potter. Yup. Busy. :)
And now I am kind of getting cold sat here in the IC, so I think I'm going to go in search of warmth and dinner.