Moving Sucks

I am a bit neurotic. It's true. So, any of you who know me would assume that I have packed and repacked my stuff for the States about a week ago. Normally this would be true. But I am homeless. Now, I realise the callous nature of saying that when people really are homeless and what I actually mean is that I have two homes. But still. I still can't move all my stuff into my new flat until Friday. And even then, it's all thrown in a corner to deal with for when I come back. Sweet. I'm sure I'll be totally up for unpacking everything I own after my trip to the States.

Also, I haven't packed yet! I can't! Where is my stuff? But. I have not lost my Christmas spirit. I will overcome! :) I will be in the States in a matter of days. I will be on the plane, drinking wine and reading the brand new Cosmo I bought. I will be with my family in friends shortly. My mood remains high. I refuse. :)