Packing + Zen Restaurant
I've started packing.
Well, technically speaking, I "started" packing a while ago, but it was only one box. Today my mum and I actually started the process of going through my house to find all my stuff. We made it through the library and into the office before my brain exploded while trying to do my desk. Brush? Greenpeace letter? Minitab disc? GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *throws them into the air*.
I'll take a break for internet, dinner, and picking up Mike before I start in on it all again. Maybe I'll go shopping in there too, but I'd like to finish up my desk because it's in serious disarray. That whole side of the room is due to my desk having spilled it's guts onto every available surface in the room.
It's a good thing I still have a week (7 days until we get the keys!) because this is going to take lots of short bursts. Mike has been saying 'that is what Saturday, Sunday and Monday are for!' in response to my concerns about not having started the job of stuffing our lives into neat boxes, but I don't think I can take a three-day intensive packing session. Moving and then unpacking in one continuous stream of work is going to be horrible enough. I think it needs to be paced with different kinds of work to keep sane. Going crazy from sorting? Put together a shelf instead. You know?
In other news, I forgot to mention the Zen Japanese restaurant on Eglington at Brimley that we went to on Saturday. It was really run by Japanese people (which is pretty novel it seems), and I had a very stuttering conversation in Japanese with them. It made be intensely miss speaking in Japanese. My skills are so rusty, the gears barely turn. The food... was unbelievable. The chicken Katsu tasted like I was in Japan. Ooooh, there is nothing I miss as much as I miss Japanese food. I've been obsessing about this restaurant since I left it. I can't wait to go back. Unfortunately, it is prohibitively expensive for a poor student like me. Definitely not an everyday place.
Well, technically speaking, I "started" packing a while ago, but it was only one box. Today my mum and I actually started the process of going through my house to find all my stuff. We made it through the library and into the office before my brain exploded while trying to do my desk. Brush? Greenpeace letter? Minitab disc? GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *throws them into the air*.
I'll take a break for internet, dinner, and picking up Mike before I start in on it all again. Maybe I'll go shopping in there too, but I'd like to finish up my desk because it's in serious disarray. That whole side of the room is due to my desk having spilled it's guts onto every available surface in the room.
It's a good thing I still have a week (7 days until we get the keys!) because this is going to take lots of short bursts. Mike has been saying 'that is what Saturday, Sunday and Monday are for!' in response to my concerns about not having started the job of stuffing our lives into neat boxes, but I don't think I can take a three-day intensive packing session. Moving and then unpacking in one continuous stream of work is going to be horrible enough. I think it needs to be paced with different kinds of work to keep sane. Going crazy from sorting? Put together a shelf instead. You know?
In other news, I forgot to mention the Zen Japanese restaurant on Eglington at Brimley that we went to on Saturday. It was really run by Japanese people (which is pretty novel it seems), and I had a very stuttering conversation in Japanese with them. It made be intensely miss speaking in Japanese. My skills are so rusty, the gears barely turn. The food... was unbelievable. The chicken Katsu tasted like I was in Japan. Ooooh, there is nothing I miss as much as I miss Japanese food. I've been obsessing about this restaurant since I left it. I can't wait to go back. Unfortunately, it is prohibitively expensive for a poor student like me. Definitely not an everyday place.