Keep Calm and Carry On

Four days to go.

Am I packed? Don't be absurd. Packing will be done Saturday morning while I am nursing the mother of all hangovers from my leaving do on Friday. (And now, at last, I get paid for all the leaving do's I've attended. I'm expecting the alcohol to flow like a flowing thing and it isn't going to cost me a penny.)

My accomodation is sorted. I'm moving into a student house with several people I have yet to meet. Knowing my luck, they'll all be homophobic...

Hopefully they'll just be 'cool with it'. And thinking about it, I'd hate for them all to be gay. Imagine the bitch fighting! And the queue for the bathroom before a night out...

Horrible.

So, I'm quite excited. I feel like my life has been on hold for the last three years. Since dropping out of university three years ago I've not done anything of note. I've not settled down into a carrer. Hell, I temped for two of those years. But now, I've finally taken control again.

Made a decision instead of waiting until all my options were removed and I was forced down one pathway.

It feels good.