Moving day!

Today is the final day that I woke up in the house that I've called home for the last two and a half years. There have been good times and bad, but the feeling that I have today is one of looking forward. With a bit of relief thrown in that I'll not have to scrub other people's boyfriend's dried urine off of the toilet seat ever again (in this house anyway). Or clean other people's toothpaste spit out of the sink which has been crusting on there for almost a month. Hang on... why am I moving again?

I am going to be assisted in removing all my worldly good half a mile down the road by my parents, the Kiwi and Mr B. The funny thing about this is that my mum went out last night and got so drunk (like mother like daughter? No, even I'm not this badly behaved!) that my dad had to go and pick up what was left of her at 8pm, and she puked on the way home. Hahaha! Sadly that means that rather than helping move boxes, she is far more likely to be insisting that she's "Very Ill" and lying down and groaning a lot. She is not good with the hangovers, my mummy. It's going to be highly entertaining.

I have had second thoughts about having a deep and meaningful with Mr B about My Feelings because a) it'll probably be dull and b) I don't know if it would be true to say it anymore. After my Thank You Cod session this week I feel a lot more chilled about the whole thing - much more prepared to draw a line under it and start again with a new face. Though I suppose it's never a bad thing to tell someone that you think they're a great person so maybe I'll do that instead.