My stuff is all packed up and probably bobbing along on the Atlantic somewhere.
I wander around my empty house and feel nothing.
I'm excited to start a new life again in Canada.
A and I have spoke a couple of times recently. I avoid him as he brings amateur dramatics. I can't be dealing with that sort of nonsense.
I haven't emailed my X, B in over a month. I've only stalked him online once during a weak moment when I was chatting to W and she was taking way too long to respond. He creeps back into my head occasionally but now that I have accepted that the 19 year old boy I was in love with has turned into a 27 year old man who plays golf and drinks like a fish. I'm not into that. I AM into the fact that he seems to be doing a 10k run for charity soon. Damn it.
I've been so busy lately with the workings of moving overseas. G and E's visa's are due next week and, fingers crossed, we shall be heading to Toronto next weekend!
Before that though I have a get-together with friends (informal), a going away party (catered, stiff and lame). W is coming to piss about Liverpool with me on Monday and Tuesday we're off to Alton Towers!! Woo Hoooo! Wednesday I'm seeing a movie with some m8's. Thursday is for packing and Friday is for moving the rest of our shit to G's parents house. Saturday (barring any complications visa vie the visas) we're off! Holy shit that's soon...
It hardly seems real to me. Going home to Canada is sort of a big deal to me for a few reasons. One, I was about 9 stone heavier last time I lived there. Two, I'm totally out of touch with Canadian politics, culture, current affairs, etc. And last, I'm no longer insulated enough for -28c winters! That's a fucked up number! It shouldn't even be possible to get that cold!
2008-09-19 @ 14:49