T minus 6 days until the big move 400 miles away to Falmouth, Cornwall.
Things are already packed, and yet I feel SO unprepared. Everything I've already bought, such as kitchen stuff, is in crates on my bedroom floor, there's an IKEA bag FULL of bedding, because not only do I have a double duvet and FOUR pillows for my double bed (awwh yeah), but my mother INSISTED I need two sets of covers for said duvet/pillows. This stuff is now accompanied by stationery I bought today, some of the lesser used cameras, towels, a bin, a laundry basket etc etc.
I'm also genuinely worried, having just read Becky's (~Shes-so-1970s) journal, that I have SO much still to do this week that doesn't involve packing, like finding everything I might EVER need for my computer, taking things off my wall, avoiding my teary eyed mother, restraining from killing my sister, cunningly stealing DVDs, making my computer READ the said DVDs, and go through all the thousands of items of clothing I have and finally say goodbye to some of the shite I will never wear again. In all of this, I have to find time to have meals with both sets of grandparents, go to the cinema as promised with my mum, see Wilby on Wednesday to exchange belongings, go to the theatre for Rambert with Paul on Wednesday evening, shop for last minute stuff with Phill on Thursday afternoon, and see Becky, the Walkers and possibly Matt on Thursdsay night.
So really, tomorrow is the only time I'm going to have to myself. Pyjama day, here I come.