packing.
oh, i knew there were going to be problems when i reached into a knapsack and touched a moldy, liquified kiwi. geh.
it was all downhill from there. Except that my dad came and helped me, and he did not freak out AT ALL that i wasn't even remotely ready to go.
and then he didn't laugh at me when we stopped for a quick dinner off the highway, and i started crying into my french fries because i was so happy/sad to be done.
so......... on y va.. to the next adventure. Tomorrow, we're off to the Maritimes, which is just as well, cause it's going to be an adjustment, living at home. No job. In the suburbs. With my parents. Dialup. No friends. No car. [but oh my god, the food is so good]
Halifax will let me put that off for a while, and hopefully, i'll have an epiphany by the time i get back.
1:41 p.m. - 2003-04-24
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