Avatar Bad planning

Here we are, then. The end of June. I moved out of my home, the penthouse apartment above the exploding mattress shop, on 24 March, meaning I’ve now been Of No Fixed Abode for over three months.

Packing is tricky when you don’t know how long you’re packing for. Thankfully, some of the decisions I took when I moved out were good ones. I didn’t bring my coat, for example. It would have used up space and it wasn’t cold for long after I left. I brought what felt like too many books, but in hindsight was enough to keep me going even now.

Other things I could have done with more of, but there wasn’t much room. The same three work shirts in rotation are feeling a bit dull now. The same ten pairs of socks are getting pretty worn. I wish I’d packed at least one more pair of jeans.

Here’s the decision I regret the most, though. When I picked up some treasured sentimental objects, I chose a photograph of my sisters and my Pouring Beans 2020 Calendar. Then I looked at the envelope containing the calendar pages for July to December and I thought… no, surely not. I’ll be back before July. July is forever away.

Now my calendar is running out, and while you will simply turn the page tomorrow morning, I will have nothing. Nothing but regret, and a need to look at my phone to see what day it is.

4 comments on “Bad planning

  • Call me a crazy radical… but could you not go back to the explosive penthouse and pick up some more/fresh supplies? Surely Steve Steveingtons wouldn’t cough on you too much? Or has he now mutated into a huge Caronie-Beast?

  • I’ve lasted this long without caving in. I’m not doing it now.

    (I’m seeing Steve at a safe social distance in the next week so I’ll only miss a few days of calendar action. Everything’s fine.)

  • He’ll wreck your emblows. My emblows are safe. It’s just you that he has violent tendencies towards.

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