Today, Tilly is returning home from the Seattle area. Today the world becomes right again. It’s been a long week of packing by myself, which is not the most fun of experiences I’ve ever had. It’s not even fun when you have people to talk with, but it’s better than having lemon juice poured into your paper cuts, which is what packing alone is like, except for that would be more exciting.
So, now that I’m sitting on the couch that we’ll only own for another 4 hours longer, adding expenses to my online accounting program (also extremely fun), and listening to Jem, I’ve decide that it’s time to go. You know that bunch of stuff you have left over in your home that just doesn’t fit into a category? You can’t pack it with anything, so it sits in its own box (or strewn about the living room floor in our case). Yea, that crap. I just want to put it all on a desk, because it’s much more fun to do this on a desk, put a box on the floor on one side, and with a wide sweeping motion push everything into that box. Tape the thing shut, drop it off at the storage unit, and voila, we’re done.
Then, we sit and wait… in our completely empty apartment… for 5 days.
Can’t we just live in the airport terminal like Tom Hanks in Terminal?
Here’s your video moment of zen from a few days ago: