sadness.

I know I know, I'm crap, I haven't written, I've been so busy. We're packing up the entire library at work so by the time I get home I am far too tired to pack any of my stuff, I've taken down all the stuff from the walls so now my room is very depressing, but I have also hardly packed anything due to lack of receptacles so it's doubly depressing... : (
so far I have packed 2 bags of books and a bag of clothes that I don't wear.

Had a lovely evening on Saturday, was very touched by the fact that nearly everyone actually came, it's very rare that even 2 people have a free weekend so to have 20 was really great, even if it can be difficult to actually talk to everyone when there's that many there!

The moving sadness has well and truly set in, I feel very weepy at the thought of my room being empty, and of not seeing my mum and dad every day, we have settled into such an enjoyable (for the most part) life pattern, and most of all, we all really look after each other, so I feel very vulnerable and sad...
On the other hand, I am excited about living with Simon and about looking after him, and I am excited about trying to illustrate as well (but more scared).

Anyway, I have to get back. Those dictionaries won't pack themselves...

I'm sure my blog will take on a crazy new turn when I move, the chronicle of a self-employed 26year old in Yorkshire, let's hope it's more exciting than the chronicle of a 26 year old librarian being driven mental by teenagers... if it isn't then I shall jump into the canal. :)