So finally I've committed to blogging! Setting this up was a much harder task than I thought and frustrating on my stubborn computer, but hopefully the writing part will be a lot easier.
So a week to go! That sounds very strange on the tongue. The planning stage has taken so long I almost forgot there was a 'going away' part at all. And now it's almost upon me, I'm not sure which emotion to feel first. Hence concentrating on the list making (closely followed by the panicking) - number one on the list being Learn Kinyarwanda in one week (!), followed by deflea cat, change name on gas bill, cancel phone contract, choose jewellery for taking (very important) and work out how to take a two year supply of underwear, bug spray, shampoo and moisturiser with a baggage allowance of 2 x 23kgs! Of course instead of attending to the important task of packing up my life, I've procrastinated by spending hours editing my blog!
My room is a packing nightmare, the charity shop is fairing well from me, but I've run out of storage boxes and have discovered that even though I consider myself a fine and professional packer * this task is even too big for me. Time to be ruthless. What's the word for that in Kinyarwanda? Right, back to the packing. No excuses now.
* This was decided after copious heated car-loading debates with my sister's boyfriend. His idea of 'packing' for summer festivals would always leave me uncomfortably wedged between djembe drums, duvets and a weekend of beer and food in the back of a 15 year old nissan micra. I would always insist on repacking; he would get offended. It always ended in tears. He has since sold me the car and has confessed that I am the best car packer he knows.
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