Leaving Time

A final entry.
No not really.

Jour­nal adven­tu­res of the fof­fer con­ti­nue in the realm of the ‘tra­net. Yes­ter­day was a Thurs­day, on thurs­day I awoke at 10, drank some more cof­fee, made a cou­ple of tasty tuna mayo rolls and pac­ked some things. Few books, few bought items, food, cut­lery, sta­tio­nary — into two large ex-stock-McDonald’s boxes, the ones that bring in the large plas­tic toys for the happy meals. Also spent seve­ral hours bur­ning media onto the newly arri­ved cds, then pac­ka­ging them with others into tiny boxes and adding them to the McDo­nald fund. At lunch time I left avec ma mere, I was hea­ding to her friends to pick up some croc­kery. Here I spent seve­ral hours just tal­king about ran­dom things, loo­king for some stick insects, ins­pec­ting a tasty drum set and choo­sing pans and uten­sils that I need. On the way home, stop­ped at the grand­pa­rents, had a nice cup of tea and sor­ted out some insu­rance for me. Then I retur­ned home starving.

At home I was told to make myself look res­pec­ta­ble as we were “going out”. I was in fact trea­ted with a sur­prise going away meal with the family. Very nice rump steak, chips and potato boat star­ters follo­wed by a cap­pu­cino mousse. All delicious.

Today I am pre­sently pac­king more things, sor­ting clothes, cds, dvds, books, shoes and sports things. I am also ner­vous because tomo­rrow I leave home. I am lea­ving my cats and it is offi­cially time to become inde­pen­dant. Great. To cook, to clean, to work and wash clothes, to iron and manage finan­ces. Hoo­rah for the adulthood.

Currently lis­te­ning to a cer­tain shade of green.