One Day Left

Well. The house is littered with boxes and at least half the rooms have been cleared of our stuff. I still have to pack up our bedrooms and the bathroom stuff, and go through the living room one last time. We managed to find the bolts for the car today, so by this evening it'll be working again, hopefully. Turns out there was only one bolt really holding the engine in the car, and that's why it made this funny thumping noise whenever we accelerated too fast. Ye Gods. So maybe my car can handle Seattle hills after all.

Today I have to mail packages, do a change of address form, and close my bank account. I feel so funny doing all of this. It's still not real to me. I imagine it will become far more real when I get to my new house tomorrow afternoon, but that's then and this is now, and I've miles to go before I sleep... or something of the kind.

If I know you and you'd like my new contact info and I haven't given it to you yet (as I'm a horribly forgetful person), email me and I'll send it off.