Packing and Glitter

Just for a change, my life is currently very busy and somewhat stressful. Amidst preparing to move, trying desperately to get my affairs in order and still working full time, I’m glitterifying shoes for my sister’s wedding, organising my entire life into a series of boxes and trying really hard to hold my tongue.

The biggest thing in my life right now is the move. I’ve seen the unit my friend has already moved into, and the room I will take over when I get there officially after my sister’s wedding next weekend. It’s small, which isn’t a problem in itself. I’ve lived in small before. But I think it’s going to be too small for my bed and drawers, and that might pose a problem. Otherwise, the place is tidy enough…albeit entirely too close to other people for my liking, but what’s a misanthrope to do?

The actual move, I suspect, is going to be a nightmare. Between a three tonne truck, my little Yaris and my brother’s panel van, we’re gonna do it all in one big hit…and somehow have to move everything up a long and narrow driveway to the unit. Both my dad and I can be quote belligerent, so it will be up to my easygoing brother to keep us chill. I have to admit, I’m kind of already dreading it! Plus, as I found out with my last move, when one is a collector of books and various other smaller items, one discovers just how time consuming those items can be to pack and move, and then unpack and set out.

And then there’s the wedding. We fly out next Friday, come home on the Sunday. The shoes, fortunately, are now out of the way…and I think I’ll be finding blue glitter for months to come. My own fault. I knew I had to get blue shoes for the wedding, but kept putting it off until it was too late. My solution was to buy plain heels and cover them with so much glitter I could give a drag queen a run for her money. But I also have to find a way to get the backing track for the song I’ll be singing on a usb or a cd, so my sister and her soon to be husband can have their first dance. Plus, with all my clothes about to be packed away and sent to the city, I’m going to be living out of a suitcase for the next week. Great timing, universe.


Add all of this to the fact that I still have no idea where I’ll be working once I get to the city (I have a job, I’m just not sure what store they’re putting me in) and the stress of having limited funds to do any of these things that, unfortunately, require having funds, and I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be glad when I’m settled in the new place and properly organised.

Anyway. Back to the packing, I suppose!

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