So, I pack up (pack being the relative word) my belongings and move to Vancouver in fourteen days; that’s fourteen nights and one day. You’d think I would be doing the responsible thing and actually packing my belongings, no? Yeah… I’m not. I don’t think I’ve even made a definitive list yet. Perhaps I will just wing it the night before I actually have take off… that sounds like a terrible idea. So terrible it just might work.
Right-o, some background on where I am coming from here.