On Packing

Is it a bad sign that I found, buried under a mass of papers at the foot of my bed, a top that I do not remember ever having worn, nor even purchased?

It's a nice top - black, vertical ribbing, 3/4 sleeves, V-neck - entirely the sort of thing that I would buy, and the right size. I do not remember ever having seen it before in my life, though. Maybe I should tidy more and not be so afraid of venturing into the sedimentary depths in the thirty-odd centimetres between the wall and my bed.

I am in awe of those of you who have managed to move houses. My room is giving me trouble. I want to pack, but I'm all "oh, I still need the pots, and I really should keep clothes out to cushion them with, arg." This whold doing-things-ahead-of-time has got me soundly beat.

I know! DVDs can go in, and I'll do one last load of laundry (sigh) tonight, which should get me enough clean-winter-clothes to pack in the other storage bin. I refuse to pack away dirty clothes - it seems ridiculous that the first thing I would have to do when I get back in September is laundry, so I'm taking precautions. Go me.

Also, "We Can Work It Out" (Beatles), "Tsunami" (Prozzak), and "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" (Meat Loaf) on repeat combine to make the best Getting Things Done music ever.
*starts sorting socks*

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I have a new worry about going home. It's something really small and silly, but...

What if the budgie hates me? LOL. I mean, she won't like me too much for the first month or two, because by all reports she's not big on change and is a bit of a wuss, but after that?

*frets*

Toronto in May

Okay. So I was talking on the phone with Mum just now, and reminded her that I'll need the car in May. She asked about dates, and I told her I'd need to be in Toronto by May 4th, and was tentatively planning on driving down on the second. The line was dead silence for a good ten seconds before she said "the... fourth? I thought you'd be going down on the fifth."

( the ensuing conversation )

I could tell she was hiding something, and didn't want to tell me, so I let her off the hook by saying that I'd decide after I found out what the reason was. If it's the reason I think it may be, then I will decidedly not be going to Toronto to see Carbon Leaf, and will instead hope to see them play in New England or something, because if it's what I think it might be, then there is no way I'll miss a second of it. I'll know for sure this time next week. I would have bugged her more, except I could tell she really wants whatever it is to be a surprise. Also, judging on past conversations, she's been Planning Something for at least two months.

HOWEVER! I may come and visit Toronto at some other point this summer, even without a Carbon Leaf concert to go to. Maybe to see a musical or something, because I'd really like to meet the two of you who live there. You both have a standing dinner invitation if you're ever in Montreal, or even Ottawa, okay?
(I'd also like to meet the >2 of you who live elsewhere - wish you all lived in the same place. We should make such a place and put you all in it. We could call it Emtopia.)