So tomorrow I start the mini-epic journey home, where I fly or drive north (driving this time) for the summer. Because I live so far from home (505 miles door-to-door, fact fans!), over the summer break I try and get home for a healthy wodge of time. And it’s usually great fun. But heaven knows, I will do anything to avoid packing for a roadtrip.
Since I got home from work this evening (I’d popped in to straighten up a few things before migrating) I have managed to pack THREE things. One pair of jeans, one paisley smock top, and a cardigan. I’ve been packing since I can remember (ex-RAF brat, ex-boarding school kid, student for five years…), and yet I’ll still do anything to avoid it. As I type this my case sits on the bed, empty, waiting for attention. It’ll get done. At about midnight. Y’know, if past form’s anything to go by!
The joys of procrastination, however, mean that I have got stuff done. I’ve made a killer picnic for the roadtrip (I HATE service station food. And I really, really hate paying the prices they charge for it! So I have prepared a bag of delights for Sunday and Mondays meals – cheese topped baps filled with yumminess, cookies, bananas, apples, goji berries, pepper sticks, tortillas, cashew nuts… and to drink, water, juice, a couple of cans of red bull and lashings of ginger beer. Nyom!). I’ve read three chapters of my book. I had a highly entertaining phone call of a hour with Mlle Wilson which ended with me changing my facebook status to “Claire: platonic hottness, baby!” Just because. I’ve started planning mixes for Christy and Jamie. I’ve doublechecked the route north (6 or so hours tomorrow, 5 or so on Monday, traffic being well). I had a brief msn sesh with Harriet, caught up on emails, did the dishes, did some laundry….in fact did more or less anything but pack!
I am looking forward to being home. It’s always weird – here I set my own schedule (as is only right – I’m 27!), but at home I revert to being part of a family unit. But it’s fun. I’m looking forward to long silly chats with Mum and Dad. I’m looking forward to hanging out with Siblingus Minimus and playing on the wii, going to play badminton (which, when we play, really is BADminton), inventing sandwhiches. I wish Midimus was going to be home, but that’s not to be.
I’m looking forward to catching up with Ewen and Ross and Harriet and Andrew and Jamie. I can’t wait to hear the band play together in the new format. I’m looking forward to being one half of Barry and Paul with Feef, the girl who makes my friend so very happy. I’m looking forward to Bubbleatron reunions with Maria, and “barren” chat with Toaly, and lunch with Erin and her boys. I’m also hoping to catch up with Jenna and Shona and Laura and Morag and Shirley and Debbie and Amy and Murray and Cameron and Vicki and Fraser and Sean and Michael and Lindsay…all the other awesome members of my beloved Scottish contingent.
I’m looking forward to Joinverness, and am excited to have the Joinees in places familiar. I’m excited to go to a Join Meet so close to home! I’m looking forward to the Festival, and the adventures that Lou and Shelley and Jude and I may have. I’m hoping that Mlle Wilson might even make it up for a visit 🙂
I’m looking forward to sitting on the beach at Findhorn and hearing the waves crashing into the pebbled beach. I’m looking forward to driving up to Califer viewpoint and looking out over the Firth, a view I’ve loved since I can recall. I’m looking forward to sitting in the corner of the Beastie or the Carisbrooke, hearing the accents that sound like home, the chat, the banter. I’m looking forward to Moray skies, those deep blue star scattered skies I’ve been wishing on for years…
Now I just need to get there 🙂 Back to the packing!
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend thus far!