Radio silence

[maradydd]

I'm one black metal rolling cabinet and an armload of library books from completely moved out. My room is vacuumed, my bathroom is clean, my kitchen is scrubbed, and my parents just left with the second-to-last load (of three) of my stuff. (Amazing how I managed to move in across five states in a Saturn with two people in it, yet it takes three trips in a Tahoe to move out. I've accumulated a lot more stuff.) Even my computer, normally the last thing to come down, is gone; I'm typing this from the Mayflower ITC, probably the last time I'm going to use this place. (Good. It's fucking cold in here.)

We're dropping off the aforementioned rolling cabinet and library books, I'm going to swing by my office to pick up my packet of previous comps questions, we're taking Natsuko to lunch, and then I am so gone. Don't expect to hear anything out of me till Sunday night; my parents want to do some sightseeing along the way home. (Prayers for my continued mental health in the face of adversity accepted.) If I can find a mall kiosk or a hotel business centre where I can ssh to my email or Web over here, you might get updates, but if not, it's just my Palm and me until then. (Shut up, you in the corner.)

It's been a good semester, but next is going to be so much better. I can't wait to have a place I can really call home again.

</meredith>

Comments

[batty.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the moving!! And on the road trip with the parents!!

[cassandrasimplx.livejournal.com]

My deepest sympathies go with you on your road trip, freshened by my recent Mother's Day weekend sojourn out to Mississippi.

My deepest and bitterest envy goes with you also, you organized and on-schedule mover, you! Pthhhhbt!

It's a sound salvation...

[espvivisection.livejournal.com]

Hey, call me when you get to town so we can make plans to get together. You can save me from the burbs...literally.