It’s just a short list this time around, really. Doesn’t even compare to the one I had before I moved to Japan. This is both a good thing and a bad thing, since I love being done as much as I dearly love crossing items off of a To Do list. Nothing more satisfying than turning a sheet of long, neat columns into a hatcheted grid of red marks. Ahh. Bliss.
With two days left until the pigeon lands in Dublin, I must:
- Buy a houseguest gift for Sean’s aunt and uncle, with whom we will stay until we find an apartment
- Print out e-ticket
- Finish paying my school fees
- Find and pack passports
- Pack belongings
- Eat cupcakes, pizza, Gray’s Papaya dogs, knishes, and Mexican food
- Sing at Marie’s Crisis
- Notify my bank that I’ll be moving abroad again
- Have small, intimate going away party
- Notify people I work for that Thursday is D-Day
- Figure out what to do with my 1988 Smith Corona typewriter and non-Mac Baby compatible printer/copier/scanner
- I really do love my old typewriter; my Christmas gift the year I was 8
- Really. I wrote 3 novels, two plays, and countless short stories on it
- The noises it makes take me straight back to 1988; one hand typing, the other digging through a box of crackers
- Too bad the correcting tape no longer works. Too bad the mammoth thing looks like it came from the Knight Rider lab.
- I sort of forgot what it felt like to punch these keys, but I sort of never did. This machine is my childhood, borne of my childhood dream to be a writer.
- If I could bring it to Dublin, where I will take one more step towards realizing that dream, I would.
- Typing on it now, I don’t know that I can ever give it away.
- Maybe Diego still store it. Please, Diego. Keep storing it for me.
So pretty much done. Ahhh. By Thursday afternoon, I’ll be needing a nice cigarette.