Tick Tick Tick....

No days of work left. Actually, 2 days of non-work have passed. Very weird, the rest of the world is carrying on with a regular work week, and I’ve got nowhere to be…. 8 days until departure. We’ve managed to reduce the to-do list to 5 million things to do. Our jobs have ended, we’ve moved out and moved all our stuff into my uncle’s place (Thanks again Tony!!!!) I’ve been chilling in Sault Ste Marie with relatively little stress while poor Gully runs around Toronto running thousands of errands.

Let me just say this… dreaming about leaving your life behind to travel the world definitely sounds exciting and romantic (especially after a few cocktails) but in reality, it’s a bitch. I’ve spent probably a total of 15 hours on the phone trying to cancel phones, internet, etc etc, listening to customer service jerks tell me about their 30 day cancellation policy, and changing mailing addresses (back to my parents… when will I ever grow up???) which apparently, for many companies, involves providing a DNA sample and a stamp from a notary.

But coming home from work for the last time on Friday was a true moment of elation – one we had been dreaming about for months – and I’ll probably never forget it. There was definitely a lot of shrieking (from Gully, of course), and some shots of amaretto.


-E