We leave in a little over a week and I have begun feeling like there is way too much to do and not enough time to do it. Yesterday I (finally) purchased two pieces of luggage that were the largest size allowed and today I, along with my handy dandy space bags, filled one of them up. I am going to try setting it on the bathroom scale to see how much it weighs. Who knows if that will be a remotely accurate assessment. I can't pack much more now since clothes are at the tailors and in the laundry and I will need something to wear during the next week.
I have been on this mad drive to get as much American junk food as I can before I leave and the impending sense of "I CAN'T HAVE THIS AFTER NEXT WEEK" is making me go and get things I haven't eaten in a long time (a blizzard) or only eat once every few months (brown cinnamon sugar pop tarts).
I am starting to get sad about leaving the pets with friends or Matt's parents. We made a new tag for the dog that included his parent's phone number and I got sniffly in PetSmart. Though they tend to assume its the result of allergens, it is not the place I would choose. At least this trip is making me do all the things I have been needing to for awhile, like go to the optomerist, and buy a gallon of hair conditioner. It is amazing how much precedence I have given those "to dos" but have failed to pack up anything in the house yet for the most part.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Reality is Sinking In
We got the final word that Matt's company would allow him to telecommute and so he is definitely coming with me to Geneva. Since that detail is decided, however, we now must do a zillion different things that all seem to take a lot of time and be fairly annoying. Looking at apartments online has been really fun though. Tonight it is all becoming real as we are purchasing our tickets and realizing that we leave in about 6 weeks. Also, tickets are not cheap. Really really not cheap.
Last night was one of those nights that will make me miss being in the states. It was my friend Kieran's birthday and a big group of us showed up at one of my favorite pubs to celebrate. Kieran's cousin Emeric was there and was pretending to be Irish, speaking in a thick brogue. The waitress was a good sport about this, but I don't think she believed it at all. One of my other close friends, Brian was there and was in rare form. I persuaded him to order a Delerium Tremens and then we split a bottle of Delerium Nocturne, teased Kieran, complained about the bar exam, and just made each other laugh. Poor Matt though had this look of indignation at having to put up with the loud (now former) law students. We left around 10:30 as everyone else was heading to the next bar on the ersatz pub crawl. We decided to take the long way home, by the University and the river. The sunroof was open, the windows were down, and there was a perfect breeze. The local radio station was on a fantastic tear, playing David Bowie's "Man Who Sold the World" and then causing me to crack up by playing Nada Surf's "Popular." Perhaps it is the many years removal from high school that makes that song fun and not excessively painful. Or maybe its because my mom still says I'm a catch.
Last night was one of those nights that will make me miss being in the states. It was my friend Kieran's birthday and a big group of us showed up at one of my favorite pubs to celebrate. Kieran's cousin Emeric was there and was pretending to be Irish, speaking in a thick brogue. The waitress was a good sport about this, but I don't think she believed it at all. One of my other close friends, Brian was there and was in rare form. I persuaded him to order a Delerium Tremens and then we split a bottle of Delerium Nocturne, teased Kieran, complained about the bar exam, and just made each other laugh. Poor Matt though had this look of indignation at having to put up with the loud (now former) law students. We left around 10:30 as everyone else was heading to the next bar on the ersatz pub crawl. We decided to take the long way home, by the University and the river. The sunroof was open, the windows were down, and there was a perfect breeze. The local radio station was on a fantastic tear, playing David Bowie's "Man Who Sold the World" and then causing me to crack up by playing Nada Surf's "Popular." Perhaps it is the many years removal from high school that makes that song fun and not excessively painful. Or maybe its because my mom still says I'm a catch.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Not in Geneva yet
So the title of this blog is not presently accurate and there are times that I still feel like its a bit of a dream that I will wake up from. In short, with little notice, I am moving from my house in Minneapolis, MN to Geneva, trailing with me my husband (hopefully), my dog (pretty likely), and my ridiculously pink road bike (haven't decided). This summer is a mad rush of: 1. studying for the bar exam; 2. improving (learning) French; 3. selling tons and tons of our stuff. For me, also add #5: freaking out frequently.
Lately, when not doing the above or reading trashy vampire novels or crime fiction (or both in one), I have been daydreamining about a secluded house on a lake. This may not be an unusual fantasy to people living in MN since I think the majority of people here work in order to afford their cabin on the lake and every Friday in the summer is an exodus up north. Mainly, I think I would just adore a week or two with only a stack of fun books to read, a bike to ride, and music to listen to. Somehow, I don't see this happening anytime soon.
Lately, when not doing the above or reading trashy vampire novels or crime fiction (or both in one), I have been daydreamining about a secluded house on a lake. This may not be an unusual fantasy to people living in MN since I think the majority of people here work in order to afford their cabin on the lake and every Friday in the summer is an exodus up north. Mainly, I think I would just adore a week or two with only a stack of fun books to read, a bike to ride, and music to listen to. Somehow, I don't see this happening anytime soon.
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