first year of uni is finished...finally, well and truely done. after two days (and a late night stop for pizza and vodka in true student fashion) of packing up my room, im reminded exactly how much CRAP i own. theres a tonne of stuff i forgot even existed, let alone the face i was in possesion of it. BUT it all got crammed into bags and sorted into "New House" and "Back Home" piles. i had planned for the "New House" pile to be significantly larger than the coming home pile, but i severely misjudged that. every time i thought i'd found everything, i was reminded of something else i'd forgotten to pack up.
After fighting with the car and convincing the boot that it really *did* want to shut, it just didnt know it yet we managed to fit all my stuff in...all 4 boxes and about 7 bags of it (this is, remember, without the boxes and bags that had already been moved into the other house ready for next year....) without too much hassle.
We stopped briefly for lunch in the G&D (a rather nice pub within drunken stumbling distance of the uni) with Jasmine and her folks..we set off.
the journey back was CONSIDERABLY less stressful than the return journey over christmas and was, all things considered, fairly pleasant. the sun was shining, the roads were mostly clear, the conversation was good..it was only the fact of being trapped in a tin can for 5 hours that made it less than ideal....
upon returning home, the obligatory "we made it home alive!" phonecalls were made and the kettle was put on.
next comes my least favourite bit about moving from one house to another....
THE UNPACKING!
my room, when i woke this morning to the sunlight gently streaming through the river pouring from the sky and the gentle pattering of golf ball sized rain drops on the window, was lovely and tidy. the carpet was clear, the desk was organised and the cat was sleeping peacefully against my face....
after hours of shifting boxes and unpacking every little thing i apparently own, my room more closely resembles a minefield after the entire cast of Riverdance held an spontaneous performance in the center....
which thinking about it, probably means i should stop writing and continue scraping exploded dancer off the walls...................
