A Loose Scramble

There are a few ends to be tied before I leave, but nothing huge. Once you're out of your home, there isn't much left of your life to manage.

But I do have to swutch mail, phone and net, return the cable box and modem (still hunting for that), notify the bank, blah blah.

Then it's repack what I've unpacked here, collect the belongings I've leant the housemates here, and assemble everything for next Friday's bug out.

Strangely, it feels like a journey, like some weird walkabout kinda shit. Or maybe that's my long-awaited acid flashback.