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charlz_lynn) wrote2008-06-24 12:00 am
charlz_lynn) wrote2008-06-24 12:00 am
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I am close.
My things are almost all packed. I have a billion and one packages labeled "MICH" and "NO MICH" and I don't know how many of them will have to be shipped. I am washing and packing my car tomorrow. And I leave Wednesday. Holy crap. Today was the day of packing little things and sorting papers, and what I have left is essentially a huge unorganized plastic tub of "MICH" things I need to actually pack. Everything else is done - except bedding, washing and packing. Even my road clothes are packed.
I have a sick love of seeing how much space everything I own takes up when it is packed and in one place. I have very few things anywhere else on the Earth... just at my mom's, including my things that g finally sent (she even sent a text asking if they arrived - the most care she's shown me in almost a year). I like my things. I like the way I pack them and I love getting rid of large portions of them. This feels good... Tonight I stopped in front of my house and looked up at the stars for a minute. I thought to myself, In one week, the stars are going to be completely different. Then again a week after that. A week from now I'll be smelling the ocean, and a birch forest. The the next I'll be smelling Home. Maybe even smell that thunderstorm coming that I'm looking forward to.
So. The Brute was just here for a day. We went to Enchanted Forest, which is CRAZY. Behind the cut are some real gems from our trip. Dude. I may have never laughed so hard in all my life. The day began with a woman in the bathroom giving us both the stinkeye while we washed our hands on either side of her before leaving without drying her hands. She looked like a total gay, probably didn't want to be seen with us cause she might be found out. And the day ended with three dead baby mice in the moat. The farmer's wife totally did, and you all know it.
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I have a sick love of seeing how much space everything I own takes up when it is packed and in one place. I have very few things anywhere else on the Earth... just at my mom's, including my things that g finally sent (she even sent a text asking if they arrived - the most care she's shown me in almost a year). I like my things. I like the way I pack them and I love getting rid of large portions of them. This feels good... Tonight I stopped in front of my house and looked up at the stars for a minute. I thought to myself, In one week, the stars are going to be completely different. Then again a week after that. A week from now I'll be smelling the ocean, and a birch forest. The the next I'll be smelling Home. Maybe even smell that thunderstorm coming that I'm looking forward to.
So. The Brute was just here for a day. We went to Enchanted Forest, which is CRAZY. Behind the cut are some real gems from our trip. Dude. I may have never laughed so hard in all my life. The day began with a woman in the bathroom giving us both the stinkeye while we washed our hands on either side of her before leaving without drying her hands. She looked like a total gay, probably didn't want to be seen with us cause she might be found out. And the day ended with three dead baby mice in the moat. The farmer's wife totally did, and you all know it.
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Safe travels, my sweet friend! Hi to your mom...and see you in just 4 weeks!
* hugs *
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