I am packing, which of course really means that I am watching TV, surfing "crucial" craigslist ads, and posting on LJ. No, in actuality I am about 3 boxes away from completely packed, and it's all unbreakable kitchen stuff, food, and bathroom stuff. In other words, things that can be swept from the cupboards into boxes in a single motion. My goal is to be finished - given that I have to live here for two more days, some things will not be packed - by the time I leave for work today.
The first thing everyone seems to be dying to know: ( SUPERMAN!Collapse )
All that being said, I was really considering returning him, which would have been crazy. I'm feeling overwhelmed right now with the move, the car, Superman, and the fact that I think I just put myself in the position of getting my heart really badly broken. Of all those things, Superman is the only thing I have control over right now, so my instinct is to eliminate that source of stress. Fortunately, I recognize that that is absurd, as the majority of the stress will be over as of Sunday. The car is no problem with the lower rent (or with my current rent, but really no problem as of Saturday). The move will be over and I think my new place will be even better and less stressful than my current place. And when I get my heart broken it will be really nice to have this big, beautiful, cuddly, kissy dog to drape myself on and cry.
The other thing this weekend - visitor. It was possibly the best four days of my life. I got 12 hours sleep the whole time (and not because of THAT!). But the fact is that he is not here and I am not there. And that is a deal breaker for him, which I knew in advance. But it's too late for me, since I decided to leap anyways, even when I knew that there wasn't going to be anything to catch me. And unfortunately (or fortunately!), I have something that keeps me hoping: he knew the distance was a deal breaker and he came here anyways. I don't understand it, but there it is, confusing me.
So yeah, that's life. Time to finish packing.