England is never far from my mind. It’s only 49 days until I leave for England. I’m stressing out, my mom is starting to stress out (but for many other reasons) and my dad is driving my car as often as he can. In other words, the homelife is fairly normal.
My mom wants to dedicate the month of August to Clean-the-house-up. This will involve a lot of yelling, a lot of anger bursting out and being generally snippy at anything that comes my way. You have been warned. Sad, but true. I don’t deal well with the constant pressure to work faster and get things to just the right feng shui going for a given cushion in a corner that no one looks at.
That being said, my room is where I shall wall myself off. I need to clean clean clean clean clean. That room has not looked 100% clean since the time we gutted it so we could paint it when I was 8. Quite a while ago. So here’s hoping it won’t be too painful.
In other plans, I need to send off that visa form with that hideous $200 fee. I have to figure out my tuition and get the money changed over into British pounds. That exchange rate is only getting uglier. I dislike this immensely, but I made the choice last year this was where I wanted to go to school and now I’m going for it. Poor I shall be, but in another country and learning what I love.