Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Magic Mushrooms
God, I hate packing! All it does is remind me how much crap I've accumulated over the years. Normally moving is just an excuse to move the crap from one house to the next, but this time is different. I'm moving my crap to Blake's house, which is already full of crap.
Except for a few odds and ends, all were are taking to London with us is our clothes and the cats because there just isn't room for anything else. On my last visit to London I saw just how little storage we had. Blake's designated storage was filled to capacity and had already began creeping into my space like kudzu. He brought three pairs of cowboy boots with him! I honestly fear that I will become the old woman who lived in a shoe.
I wish I could find some of those magic mushrooms in Alice in Wonderland. You know, the ones marked "Eat me" and when you did you got smaller. Maybe I could rub them all over our stuff to make it all fit in our tiny 524 square foot one bedroom flat!
Luckily for both of us I just don't have a huge wardrobe. I pretty much buy something and wear it until it falls apart. So I'm sure I can share a little of my space with Big Daddy. I mean he already has a big chunk of my heart. :)
Except for a few odds and ends, all were are taking to London with us is our clothes and the cats because there just isn't room for anything else. On my last visit to London I saw just how little storage we had. Blake's designated storage was filled to capacity and had already began creeping into my space like kudzu. He brought three pairs of cowboy boots with him! I honestly fear that I will become the old woman who lived in a shoe.
I wish I could find some of those magic mushrooms in Alice in Wonderland. You know, the ones marked "Eat me" and when you did you got smaller. Maybe I could rub them all over our stuff to make it all fit in our tiny 524 square foot one bedroom flat!
Luckily for both of us I just don't have a huge wardrobe. I pretty much buy something and wear it until it falls apart. So I'm sure I can share a little of my space with Big Daddy. I mean he already has a big chunk of my heart. :)
Friday, May 13, 2005
Last Dance
It's been more than two week since my last post. I'd like to say that it's because I've been terribly busy doing terribly important things, but it's really because I just haven't thought of anything that I want to write about. Today, however, I want to write about. Today is my last day of work at my current job. It's a bittersweet sort of day. On the one hand, I'm giving up a pretty good salary, my own office, wearing shorts to work, and a fairly flexible schedule. On the other hand, I'm giving up lots of down time, unorganized management, and absolutely so career advancement.
I'd like to think that I would have left this place eventually even if Blake hadn't dragged me kicking and screaming to London. (I'm actually really excited about the move now, by the way.)
When I gave my notice two weeks ago, I was really surprised to see how well they took it. Now I wasn't expecting pulling of hair and gnashing of teeth, but a few "how will we survive without you"s would have been nice... even if they were lies. But I'm sure that, even though there will be a few bumps, they will get by. I guess everybody wants to feel that they are indispensable.
My mother took the news very well too ... at first. Now the closer I get to the big day, the more questions she asks and the more "I hope you're not going to regret this" comments she makes. My mother has always been a glass half-empty type of gal anyway so this doesn't come as a shock to me.
And while I like to think of myself as the glue that holds my little circle of friends together, I'm sure they will do just fine without me. Although it would be nice if every now and then one of them says "This would have been a lot more fun if Ed were here."
I'd like to think that I would have left this place eventually even if Blake hadn't dragged me kicking and screaming to London. (I'm actually really excited about the move now, by the way.)
When I gave my notice two weeks ago, I was really surprised to see how well they took it. Now I wasn't expecting pulling of hair and gnashing of teeth, but a few "how will we survive without you"s would have been nice... even if they were lies. But I'm sure that, even though there will be a few bumps, they will get by. I guess everybody wants to feel that they are indispensable.
My mother took the news very well too ... at first. Now the closer I get to the big day, the more questions she asks and the more "I hope you're not going to regret this" comments she makes. My mother has always been a glass half-empty type of gal anyway so this doesn't come as a shock to me.
And while I like to think of myself as the glue that holds my little circle of friends together, I'm sure they will do just fine without me. Although it would be nice if every now and then one of them says "This would have been a lot more fun if Ed were here."
