As it turns out, this summer has flown. I leave for London (that’s right, LONDON) on Wednesday. Today is Friday. Wednesday is happening pretty soon and have I even started packing? Of course not! Here are some things that I’ve done instead:
- Had dinner at a restaurant that only serves pie
- Wrote this new blog post
- Memorized Facebook
- Started (and finished) Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp
- Started (and did not finish) a book
- Attempted to watch a Lord of the Rings movie before realizing that my bedtime is 9 p.m.
- Spent way too much time thinking of another witty bullet point to add to this list before giving up
Anyway, aside from these stupid examples I gave above, I actually have been fairly busy. I keep thinking that I will have free time and then before I know it, that time is nowhere to be found. Whoops.
Two weekends ago, I drove up the California coast to visit IRENE in San Francisco. It took me about ten hours to get there, because I decided that it made perfect sense to stop at every single pretty view that had some form of parking option (#worthit). Irene and I spent the next day in the city and pretty much framed our entire day around food. We also somehow managed to spend like four hours at a vintage paper fair flipping through old post cards. I’m not sure how that happened, but it was great.
On Sunday, she took me to PHILZ COFFEE. It’s apparently the thing to do in NorCal. They don’t joke about their coffee, and neither do I. I also stole a bike from the Google campus (at least until the security guards asked for it back). It was a weekend to be remembered.
Besides spending some last minute quality time with quality friends before I leave, I’ve also still been working at ABC. Today was actually my last day, and it was harder to leave than I thought. Everyone has been way too nice and way too helpful and way too encouraging. They even took me out to lunch today and all started clapping for me when I left the office. I may or may not have been holding back tears, and I never expected that to happen in a workplace. I might even be a little teary eyed writing this paragraph. Those people taught me so much and I can’t wait to see them again. Oh, and you better believe I kept my I.D. badge because it’s the only rebellious thing I could think of and also the closest I will ever come to crossing Disney.
I was supposed to start packing the moment I got home today, but I’m me, so that just hasn’t happened yet. Moving to London still doesn’t feel real to me, but I guess when I actually hop on a plane and move there in a few days, it might.
The next time I blog, I just might be living in another country. And married to a British man. We shall see where life takes me.