Last morning – Packing and Housemate
I leave the apartment in 2 hours and 45 minutes. A car is coming to pick me up.
I’m not going to the morning meeting because I have to pack. Yes, I haven’t started packing yet. I was going to start packing, but then I thought, I don’t want to pack. So here I am explaining how I haven’t started packing yet.
Another loose end to tie up before I start packing: I love my housemate. He’s a great guy, and I wouldn’t have rather been stationed here with anyone else. I want to make that clear. I trust him, and he’s a moral man, and even though those who read this blog hear only when I’m annoyed with him, for the most part we haven’t had any problems. Yes, he’s a bit fussy, but really, isn’t everybody? So all praises due, noble Shanghai apartment-sharing coworker. May these words hereby clear the air of all the bitching about you I’ve done on this blog.