A Spoonful of Sugar

I've 'moved' between home and university a lot - this is my fifth year. You'd think that after all the practice I've had, I'd have the packing-moving-unpacking game down to a tee, but I'm pretty sure it never gets easier. The pile of things that are absolutely essential for life keep changing, I forget about half my clothes until I need them, putting everything into boxes and then back out again within 48 hours seems like an epic chore and I'm back to dreaming of this Mary Poppins scene, and just how much easier life would be if I had magic tidying powers...

This year I'm battling a new city, a course load that seems to grow every time I think about it, missing assembly instructions for sister's old desk, and a lack of internet that is both confusing and refreshing. I still have 'basic' internet thanks to my trusty smartphone, but today I had to get over my pride and head to a nearby coffee shop to work out things for my course, attempt to start catching up with Fashion Month, and just be 'in touch' with the world again. Hopefully we'll manage to get our flat online by the start of class, but until that theoretical day, I think I'll be sticking with my semi-break from the wider world,except for academic emergencies (ah, no, wait, everyone else has reading already? I only found out my courses at the weekend? Am I behind already? ahhhhhhhhhh)

I could really do with that spoonful of sugar right now, Mary.