Drop-off.
Saw my brother off at the airport today (sucks to be traveling on New Year's day), and on the train ride home I felt an odd little mix of happiness and regret. On the one hand, I'm sorry to see him go, but on the other, I'm glad to be able to use some of my vacation days as down-time. I feel like I've been holding my breath for the past nine months, and seeing my brother again just kicked me into an even higher gear.
I'm going to spend the New Year's with some friends tonight, but after that I'm going to sleep for the next three days. Heh.
In other news, I'm trying to figure out how many boxes I'll need to ship all my crap home. :( I've been doing a mental survey of my room and my art supplies and paintings alone are huge-- my pocket book is going to be hurting when I go.
I'm going to spend the New Year's with some friends tonight, but after that I'm going to sleep for the next three days. Heh.
In other news, I'm trying to figure out how many boxes I'll need to ship all my crap home. :( I've been doing a mental survey of my room and my art supplies and paintings alone are huge-- my pocket book is going to be hurting when I go.
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