D-O-N-E! Done.

The packing is done! (yes angels really are singing in the background). I am so relieved that it is finished. But all that exertion of packing up our life here, dragging boxes to the truck and then cramming them into storage really took it out of T and I. We have pretty much been zombies all week, which has been great for me as I have been able to tune out the Christmas jerks that have taken over the mall while I scramble to finish my shopping.
Now all I have to do is finish off work (my contract ends tomorrow) and I can sleep, eat, wrap gifts and watch Christmas movies till my eyes turn into squares. It really doesn't take that much to make me a happy gal...

the straw that made the camel get drunk

I think my stress level has reached the point where I could possible burst into tears at any point. Charming I know and yes, poor poor T. But I am valiantly trying to focus on this Sunday when; our apartment will be packed up, we will be living in luxury with my parents (comparatively speaking), my friends will be home for Christmas, I will be almost done gift shopping and I can drink myself into a languid stupor on rum n' eggnog while eating an entire tupperware full of shortbread. Life will be sweet again!

a week to go

As of this Saturday we have one week..ONE WEEK to pack up the rest of the 3.5 years T and I have spent here. Part of me thinks good riddance but I have to admit that it has been good for both us though it is time for us to start a new adventure.
But seriously, ONE WEEK. Uhhh it is make me queasy just thinking about it. We did manage to get about 8 boxes to my folks place but there are still random piles of our stuff that somehow need to work their way into a box.
We have also accumulated an odd assortment of items which need to find a way out of our home and not into our storage, included are:

• a heated fish tank that T thought would be a good idea which actually turned into a massacre of 15 neon tetras
• a planter full of old corks (not mine) and
• a collection of empty Scotch bottle containers (again NOT mine)

But the closet exploding all over the place...that IS mine and that stuff isn't going anywhere.