We're moving in three days! And I am stressed beyond belief. Though when we were round at my parents' house earlier today my mum commented on how calm I seemed. If only she knew what was going on in my head. And about the cruel cold silence I subjected my boyfriend to the other day. I'm still ashamed when I think about it. Sure, he might have left booking the removal van a bit late, but we have one now, so all is fine. I love him. I shouldn't be cruel to him. He's not The Ex. He's nothing like The Ex. It's just a knee jerk reaction I think. And then I get frustrated that I'm still getting those. Oh well.
I'm missing him actually. My boyfriend, not The Ex. He's moving big bookshelves in his car this evening. It means we can spend tomorrow evening moving the piles of books currently on the floor at our new place onto the shelves so that the removal men can move in the other furniture without tripping over piles of books. That's the plan anyway.
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