Random Snippets On... Packing

I've been packing up my room in preparation for the inevitable departure from dear Adelaide. I've come to the conclusion that I like Adelaide during very specific times of the year: during the first few weeks of the new uni year, the days post-semester 1 exams, the first few weeks of semester 2 and the days post-semester 2 exams. In short: enjoyment of Adelaide ∝ 1/obligations to uni. 

As per usual, I procrastinated packing for three days. It was only on Friday that I realised I should probably get cracking on the whole boxing and folding business. But then it was 37°C. Perhaps it was some form of divine chastisement but for a good four hours I sweated and laboured away in the non-ac room of mine to pack away a year's worth of stuff. I had thought I gained a bit of swotvac fat in the past few weeks but I have a hunch that I may have sweated away my third chin at least. Or maybe even my double chin too. No, I really shouldn't keep high hopes about this.


As sad as it is, I think I'll miss Adelaide... in a slightly masochistic way. The city brings me so much angst in the form of terrible college food, horrific store opening hours and the lack of 7-Elevens. But at the same time, I have no dark curfews, no need to weed and no obligations to finally clean away traces of my high school self. 


Actually, I take it back. I miss family + good food + AC. And a double bed. And a garden. And a pantry. And a stove. And unlimited internet.

I hear thunder! Shall we... dance in the summer spring rain?

This is probably the most erratically written post I've done so far (I blame sleep-drunkenness). Well done Draco. Well done.