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Now I look blotchy
Jul. 21st, 2008 10:08 pmThis afternoon I went back to the Embassy apartment for the last time to sort out what I wanted to keep here, what I wanted to toss, and what I wanted to have put in storage in Canada.
I also said farewell to Buji and Bujiong, because I don't suppose I'll ever be seeing them again, as much as it hurts to think like that. But if I manage to never see G again, then, that's the price I have to pay. I'll always have my Mr. Sillypants and my Ms. Jiong in my heart, after all, and I know they'll be happy and furry no matter where they are. As sort of compensation, I brought Basil* with me, as well as a few other objects that are totally useless but that make me happy, like Christmas lights, my tiny collection of glass, and my tinier collection of Terry Pratchett books.
It's still really painful, to think that I thought G and I would spend our lives together, only to have it end like this. We had to go get our phones sorted out (to cancel the family plan and transfer the contract over to my name and all that jazz) and sitting there side by side at Softbank, having said nothing at all but the necessary to each other for nearly half an hour made me want to scream. I settled for sniffling and wiping a few tears away instead, and wondered what the sales girl thought of my shocking display of emotion at the simple signing of a new phone plan.
On the bright side of things, my thighs are sore from riding a mechanical bull on Sunday, I might be going to Korea and Australia for my Christmas holidays, and I get to splash around in the pool at work with the kids for the next two weeks!
Tabitha is tearing through the apartment as though the hounds of hell were after her, pausing every now and then to sniff at a suspicious piece of paper. She just vaulted up into my closet, scrabbled around in the back, leapt out again, ran to the window, and is now pawing at the screen in the (always) vain hope that I'll let her out so she can see the world.
* Possibly the world's first gay Carebear, i.e. the pink one with the rainbow who was quite obviously, to my three-year-old mind, totally masculine and a BOY!
I also said farewell to Buji and Bujiong, because I don't suppose I'll ever be seeing them again, as much as it hurts to think like that. But if I manage to never see G again, then, that's the price I have to pay. I'll always have my Mr. Sillypants and my Ms. Jiong in my heart, after all, and I know they'll be happy and furry no matter where they are. As sort of compensation, I brought Basil* with me, as well as a few other objects that are totally useless but that make me happy, like Christmas lights, my tiny collection of glass, and my tinier collection of Terry Pratchett books.
It's still really painful, to think that I thought G and I would spend our lives together, only to have it end like this. We had to go get our phones sorted out (to cancel the family plan and transfer the contract over to my name and all that jazz) and sitting there side by side at Softbank, having said nothing at all but the necessary to each other for nearly half an hour made me want to scream. I settled for sniffling and wiping a few tears away instead, and wondered what the sales girl thought of my shocking display of emotion at the simple signing of a new phone plan.
On the bright side of things, my thighs are sore from riding a mechanical bull on Sunday, I might be going to Korea and Australia for my Christmas holidays, and I get to splash around in the pool at work with the kids for the next two weeks!
Tabitha is tearing through the apartment as though the hounds of hell were after her, pausing every now and then to sniff at a suspicious piece of paper. She just vaulted up into my closet, scrabbled around in the back, leapt out again, ran to the window, and is now pawing at the screen in the (always) vain hope that I'll let her out so she can see the world.
* Possibly the world's first gay Carebear, i.e. the pink one with the rainbow who was quite obviously, to my three-year-old mind, totally masculine and a BOY!
