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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I have been avoiding this kind of thing all week, this "one last..." nonsense, but it's still quite a difficult thing to avoid. I'm very aware that everything I'm doing in and around Edinburgh is probably the last time I'm going to be doing it, and we had a tradition in college for doing loads of things for OTS - Old Times Sake. So, for OTS, and for the last time, here's me blogging in Leith.

The phone line gets disconnected tonight at 10pm. My parents were supposed to be here an hour ago, but apparently are somewhere nearby now. My entire life has been boxed and bagged, although obviously I've still not packed my computer. There are over 20 large boxes in the front room, numerous bags and various things stacked in a big, neat, scary pile. I am a great believer in possessions, but I'm very concerned that my parents won't see it quite the same way. Edel said the van was quite small. I may start panicking.

Parent update - they just rang to say that they are checking in to the hotel, and then will be coming back here.

I'm really really anxious about this whole move now. Yes, only now. Shut up. I'm slow, but I get there in the end. I've a whole thing about the journey back in the van, having worked in a hospital and then various law firms where I've had access to medical records that recount in great detail the kind of horrors that can happen as a result of car crashes. And then I've got the two fucking flights hanging over my head like a great big freaking axe. And just general feelings of great unease.

I'm just feeling really jumpy tonight. Not a particularly profound entry there, to finish my blogging time in Scotland, but hopefully next post - probably Monday - should be a bit more cheerful.

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