Moving Day

Interestingly, this is perhaps the most false representation of moving, or indeed life, I could find on the whole of the Internet.

I am moving in with my sister this weekend and am currently packing in a languid fashion, stopping frequently to try on shoes that I dug up from the forgotten depths of my closet or to consider the transient nature of living  as a student. Basically I’ll finish at three AM and will probably watch an episode of The Sopranos or find some other brilliantly productive use of my time to ring in the morn. This will be in perfect alignment with my personal edict on how to live one’s life: Think of every no-nonsense, Oprah Winfrey, Good Housekeeping piece of advice you’ve ever heard and run, blind-folded and flailing, into the other direction.

Anyways, it will be interesting to see what it’s like to live with my sister without my parents there to mediate our arguments. I’m guessing shitty, because as the youngest they always took my side. This favouritism probably dates back to when my  sister was born with a cone head and chose as her first utterance ‘potato.’  Although now she is very attractive and is going to do some fancy graduate degree in London so the playing field of our parents’ affection is more even. On second thought, it really was quite a gentle cone, perhaps “oval head” is more appropriate.

I am moving in with her after all.

~ by aconno on May 29, 2009.