taking a short breather from packing. now i know where all my money went! i have so much cooking paraphernalia i could probably run a restaurant now.
i hate moving and packing but there's no other option so i may as well suck it up and get down and dirty. it's easier now that i harbor a secret (well, now not-so-secret) desire to live out of one single suitcase like a nomad. instead of listing my special-occasion glitter lotion as mandatory in my bag, i can bear to part with it for almost a month.
hope i won't be expected to doll up to bring eunice's family around melb. i'd packed all my clothes, only keeping my work clothes and workout gear with me. and an lbd for eugene's convo :)
having my own toilet is the bomb.