Packing
I haven’t had to pack since my days in Waterloo so I’m a little bit out of shape when it comes to deciding on what to take and what to leave. At least my parents are still within a TTC ride away this time around, so I could just pick up whatever I’ve forgotten in an hour. I can’t decide if I should leave my framed black certificate? Ram didn’t seem too eager about having to find a place for it, even though that is my most prized possession. I guess my room at home would look a little boring if I took everything so it could stay for now. At least I know for sure that Stitch and Mr. Platypus will come with me.
I was talking to my mom and she was pretty adamant about us moving uptown in a few years. I wouldn’t mind actually. I really like the neighbourhood I’ve been raised in, it rocks. Which reminds me, I need to find a advocate for the Sheppard subway line to replace me.
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