To Do

[trinityofone]

Today is my last full day in Ireland. I have a lot to do. I must think about these things in an organized manner, rather than just approach them as I naturally would--IOW, as a scatter-brained moron.

1. Get last of money out of bank account. Whee! All save 38 cents!
2. If possible, use up points on Boots card. Got two free Dairy Milk bars. Yay?
3. Go to the Trinity shop, buy gifts for family and friends. Hi. I have no money.
4. Go to Accommodations Office, check policy on donating bedsheets, dishes, etc. I can 'Leave the stuff in the room with a note.' Once again, I'm finding myself to be oddly fond of Trinity bureaucracy.
5. Finish packing (duh). Well, as much as I can reasonably be expected to do for now.
6. Clean bathroom. Ew, ew, ew. But I'm done!
7. Vacuum room. Done! God, you don't know how glad I am that soon, I will NEVER have to see this carpet again!
8. Buy tea! (Will need yummy Irish tea, even in America.) Bought tea (two boxes). And two Bounty bars. And a Galaxy bar. And a Fry's Peppermint Creme. And a box of Jaffa Cakes.
9. Eat one last ploughmans. And it was a really GOOD one, too!
10. Take a walk around Merrion Square; sit in park for a while, if there's time. Wandered around in the sun, then sat and read How Many Miles to Babylon? for a while near the statue of Bernardo O'Higgins. Took more dorky pictures of Oscar.
11. Return suitemate's copy of Never Let Me Go--which is SIGNED and will make me feel really guilty if I accidentally steal it; why is she never home? Guilt assuaged!
12. Go to O'Neill's for last meal; hope steak and Guinness pie is on the menu (I love steak and Guinness pie). They did, and it was delicious! I ate too much. Oof.
13. Check bus times. Every 15 minutes. Good.
14. Make sure I have proper change for the bus tomorrow. e1.85. Check.
15. Charge and reorganize iPod. Done and done!

I think that's everything. I hope that's everything.

Anyway, sorry for all once and future spammage. This move is making me really, really anxious.

On a happier note, check out the icon megolas made me. That's me pressing a toe onto Trinity College's sacred grass--which you are absolutely not allowed to walk on, goddammit! I'm such a rebel.

Comments

[ms-maree.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel, leaving Manchester, going home was very hard.

It's fantastic, but it takes some adjustment, the accents still jar me - and I was brought up with them.

I find myself getting frustrated with things that were easier in England, or what I thought were easier.

I idealised home so much while away, but it's not perfect, and the people aren't perfect. I've been told by people who have worked in England/abroad that it takes another year to adjust to home life. I believe that now.

And you're going to find, and this isn't positive, that people at home don't really understand at all the entire roller coaster, what it's like to find yourself with two homes, but knowing you cna only live in one place.

It's not easy.