The madness of moving is in full swing. We boxed up most of our stuff last weekend and shipped it away. The place still feels distressingly full though. Most of what is left won't be coming with us: furniture, dishes, lamps, even tools and some of of the electronics. It's a bit of a wrench leaving so much stuff, but it's definitely the practical decision given the rather astronomical costs of shipping (plus the limited space we'll be moving into).
Last night was the first of two leaving parties, the more party-like of the two I think. It was very odd and rather fun having so many worlds collide: friends from Ron's work, GUGS, Madrigirls, and archaeology fun all in one pub together. The only major unrepresented group was church. We started at the Wetherspoons in town across from the dark tower of despair, also known as Ron's former work. Later we migrated to Coopers in the West End. Both are better than most at being able to hold conversations...but the standard isn't very high after all. I think we were all going a little hoarse by the end of the evening from talking so loudly over the music and general clamor.
Tonight we're posting ourselves in the QM to say our goodbyes on one floor or another: the bar, the dance floor for Bedlam, or the all night roleplaying GUGathon being the three choices tonight. Should be good fun. What a party thrown in our honor! ;)
Despite the constant goodbyes over the last couple weeks, the whole process remains rather surreal. That is probably for the best or I'd be weeping more. By the time we're in California, I'll be very excited to be there. But for now, farewells surround me. And Glasgow has been such a part of my life for so long now...
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