One week. That’s all I’ve got. A week from today, I’ll be flying to Boston.
I guess that means I’ve got to start getting my shit together.
Had my last day of work yesterday. It was a stressful day up until about 230 and then it calmed down enough for me to feel the gravity of what I was doing. I can’t adequately describe the cognitive dissonance I’m feeling walking away from such a wonderful place.
Then, I can’t lie, I think about not working for three months. Good cure for that cognitive dissonance.
Today, I’ve got to do laundry. Probably start packing.
I’ve got my passport and my Oyster card. I need to exchange money, make sure one or both of my parents have the ability to deposit money into my bank account, or whatever; I need to get a laptop case. You know, probably just way more shit than I can even think about right now.
I’ll just stick to laundry.
Every time I try to write in this damn thing lately, my mind goes foggy. I’ve been entirely preoccupied as of late.
And I guess my dad is on his way with my chaise and bookshelf from my office, as well as the suitcase I’m going to borrow from him.
Laundry it is.