Got my medical exam results back, scanned, and sent in along with everything else. My contact at the school handed it all over to their visa handler, and so far I haven't heard that anything was missing (though I haven't heard that everything was correct, either).
On the home front, I gave my landlord my notice this week; he's already started lining up the next resident, so he asked me to get the place in showable condition. This meant clearing out a lot of shit, boxing and donating and throwing away piles and bags and totes of stuff. It turns out that I won't actually have anything to put in storage or leave behind, and that everything I'm not taking with me will just find a new home or be discarded. It's an odd feeling to reduce my life to two suitcases, but it's reminiscent of my earlier adult days when I could fit everything I owned into my car. I guess I haven't changed that much over the years; something feels...right about having so little. About being able to pack up and move whenever, without needing a moving truck to do so. It's in stark contrast to my ex, whom I helped move across the country - she had part of a semi trailer, a large moving truck, and a smaller trailer atop that, as well as her car chock full. And that was still leaving some things behind or throwing them away. I'm not saying either is right or wrong. Just different.
Today, I find myself kind of restless. Most of the work I can do is done. I have an errand or two later, but most of the day is mine to relax.
But I've been working so hard and doing so much this past few days that I feel like I should still be working. There's really nothing left to do right now - everything is pretty much arranged, and the remaining stuff will either go to the new tenant or will be packed up later to move. For the next few weeks, what I have done is all I need done. And it feels lazy or wasteful to do nothing.
The brain is a funny thing.
'til next time
-L
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