Emails Don't Have Tearstains

I was thinking about making a post about dehumanisation, but it isn't the time or the place. I'm about to be out of this hemisphere, I'm about to fly to Japan.

Today I am tying up loose ends. I hope to be going ice skating with people later today, but I have work, and people are busy and the like. I'm not sure what will happen, but last night I had a great night playing volleyball and chatting for hours. I'm realising that tomorrow, when I say goodbye to Erin, it's going to be the last time I see her for a very long time. She'll have flown back to California by the time I'm home, so unless we all meet up next summer, as I'm hoping, it will be a while. But we'll meet again. It's not like Erin doesn't check this.

Equally, Yukina might not be around by the time I return, depending on when she books her flight. Now I'm hoping I do see her after I get back, because I don't want too many goodbyes today. I don't want today and tomorrow to be the last time I see certain friends for years.

With this post, as my blog is republished, it should have a new design. Not quite a new layout, but the images and the logos should be different and should reflect my location as of the day after tomorrow. That reminds me, I need to say goodbye to DWeb. I haven't been on DWeb so much because I have been focusing my posts here, and I have been so busy with the organisation and moving house, as well as seeing my friends as much as I can in the limited time I have had since the end of the year.

I wrote a letter by hand today, something I haven't done since I wrote a short thank you letter to my Whitelands flat last Christmas. I think the gratitude for that letter was the last act of goodwill I received from the entire flat. I spent the rest of the time at Uni with better friends, so I kind of have their group-bitchiness to thank for my happiness at Uni.

I think I received phone calls from Slack the last few nights, except it sounded like a 16 year old boy trying to sound old. I really thought it was some child acting stupid, considering the level of what they were saying. The racial slurs and the poor Yoda impressions made me think it was someone below the age of 18, truly it did. However, he humourously asserted that I smell, and I was truly taken aback by his witty observation. I'll stop answering withheld number calls sometime, though I do find him mildly amusing.

I should go and either work or pack. My roller blades arrived yesterday, which I may have written something about, I forget, but I can take them and I will party with them. I had better leave some positive feedback or that guy will think that they were lost in the mail. Anyway, I just left feedback, so I had better pack. Enjoy the new layout.

PS. Thank you, Jenny, for all the help and support you've given me, you've been a real friend and so understanding.