The Spot

You know what it's like: you have tons and tons of time then BAM! One night to pack your life into boxes.
I know why it's like this. I don't like to think about pleasant things ending. So I don't. I put it off. I forget about the end of August. Then, when I can't wait any longer.. I blog about it.
Well. After I finish this I'm getting down to business. Shouldn't be hard, really. I've been living out of suitcases so long it hardly feels like I've been living anywhere, certainly not in the west island.
I've got White Stripes in my head nowadays, and this song seems more and more relevant. Oh yes, I booked the flight I wanted. I'm leaving As Late As Possible :)
The Point Is
I'm arriving in Halifax next Sunday. Flying in at about 2:19 pm. Now I *know* Halifax is a great city. I know I'm going to have a great time, I've got lots to look forward to, lots of friends to hang with, this is the beginning of a wonderful learning career, etc, etc. I just need to be reminded of it.
School starts on Tuesday. I'm moving in Sunday afternoon I guess, then I'm free and easy. Party me.
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