Tuesday was mostly packing. Unsurprisingly. Though also had my first psychodynamic psychotherapy session. It was just me giving the registrar a vague backstory for slightly over an hour. Didn't even get any to any more of the trauma than a very quick overview of my most recent relationship, the childhood trauma is still ages from being acknowledged....
Then home to more packing, partially while my dad supervised. Then in the evening I had dinner with David and Simon (Joe was too cool for us this week) at Nando's before Simon came and had a look my my new flat (and accidentally perved as it turns out my lounge can see into a neighbouring house's shower).
Wednesday. Panic packing. And a family escorted trip to My Mate John's to get some furniture to fill the gaps in the new place. A quick lunch at Speight's Ale House and then back home where my family's presence was actively counterproductive to the packing effort. But dad stole the nice built in shelves, because the builders would have just turned then to firewood and they were nice wood. Possibly rimu.
[got distrasted, didn't get to the part the title is about]
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