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20 July 2011 @ 04:16 am
 
Packing and sanity do not go together.

I don't remember seeing these walls so bare before. I know, logically, that they must have been - as I know I put up all my decorations myself - but I can't recall it for the life of me. I just remember the room being filled to the brim with colour and Kiwi. I'm not done packing by any definition of the word, but all my decorations are down and thus it no longer feels like my room at all. It looks different and new - as all of Reading does, and London too, somehow! England is suddenly new, right before I leave it! But that must just be the way it goes. Leaving brings new eyes and that's where the real journey is, I suppose.

Now. Since my mother was curious, I'll try to come up with some sort of What I've Been Up To post...

16th Saturday: Recovered from seeing Harry Potter. Packed a DiaCon Alley bag. Went to a game night at Sam and Judy's, where I finished Interview with the Vampire (and was disappointed by the ending) and started The Family at Ditlabeng, which I finished that evening in bed by candlelight because I just needed the chill-out-and-read time.

17th Sunday: A little more packing. Went into London with Mark and said goodbye to him at Paddington; that's another Real Goodbye down. Met up with featherxquill, who is absolutely fantastic. We had a good giggle, flailed about the newest HP film, went on an adventure in the Underground and then over the streets of London, couldn't find a place to eat, found a place to eat that wasn't serving food because the chef was ill, found a Dutch pub (I think?) with no seats and poor featherxquill had to eat standing up, drank strawberry and cherry beer and split ways at Paddington. We'll be seeing each other again very soon. :D

Then headed to see 101mutts and her family. Her mother called me at one stop and told me I should get off there instead of the next one (the one I had directions for); I threw myself off the train as the doors were closing. We stopped by a pub, 101mutts didn't have ID and English pubs can be silly, shopped at the Cooperative, ate at their rented flat, headed back to the pub for a pint (101mutts' mother) and some Scrabble (I watched). Back to the flat for some joking around; 101mutts and I stayed awake far too long chatting/reading/faffing about. Quite a bit of sleep.

18th Monday: In the morning-afternoon we discussed theatre; I mentioned The Cherry Orchard (with Zoe Wanamaker) and surprisingly 101mutts' mother chose that so soon we had £12 tickets for the show. Off to Camden Market, which was explored and enjoyed by me, then to the theatre. Picked up a book of lesbian short fiction stories from a bookseller near the National Theatre; my eyes seem to pick out 'lesbian' anywhere. 101mutts and I hurried in to find our seats only to find that we were front row! I could reach out and touch the stage (which I did, of course). I don't know enough about theatre or about the play to have much of an opinion, but I did really enjoy it. I thought Zoe Wanamaker was brilliant and sitting there watching her was one of the best things I've ever done. Loved the eldest daughter, thought the younger daughter's acting left something to be desired (some modulation or variation or some equivalent term in theatre), loved the uncle and the old man and a number of other characters. The set was amazing--so detailed and moveable. I won't deny, though, that for me it was mostly Zoe. As it ended I realised that once upon a time (pre-18) I believed that university in England meant I might see some theatre with these actresses and actors I so admired. When university came around, however, I realised just how busy I was with the work itself (which thankfully paid off). As Zoe bowed on stage (she didn't bow low and seemed to seek eye contact with each and every audience member - such a stage presence) I had that overpowering feeling of experiencing many emotions at once, guiding me into laughter, tears, smiles and frowns at one time. I cried and smiled at Zoe, up there on stage less than 10 feet away from me, to realise that I managed to see John Cleese and Zoe Wanamaker within two months of each other - I had done it! I then realised that I had just barely done it, with about a week to spare; it then dawned on me that it wasn't 'about a week', it was exactly a week, and then less for it was beyond three o'clock. That shocked me senseless even as the very theme of the play kept reminding me of my impending departure. Parted with 101mutts and her family and met up with my uni friend from second year (Eve) at Paddington; we rode the train back to Reading and spent an age waiting for the bus, discussing Harry Potter and sex. Ate and we went to sleep.

19th Tuesday: Slept late because I really needed a peaceful night of sleep with no assigned wake-up time. Woke up and have been slowly packing all day. Actually, less packing and more un-packing - taking down all the decorations in my room, putting more things in the give-away bags, sorting through all the paper that had been in my trunk, thinking about how I'm going to do this. In the evening Eve and I walked into town and went to Old Orleans where we both had two-for-one Boston Iced Teas, juicy chicken fajitas and ice cream cocktails. We chatted ourselves silly, took some ridiculous photos and walked home. My last I-live-in-Reading sunset was sad.

20th Wednesday: It's only 4 hours in, at this point, but my walls are barren. Today I will shower and pack that sort of stuff (shower, hairbrush, q-tips, towel) away. Jo will arrive some time after 10am; I'll probably do some more packing while she's here. She's thinking of leaving at 4pm (another Real Goodbye, which I am not at all looking forward to); my uncle won't arrive until some time after 7.30pm, so I'll have another 3.5 hours or more then for last-minute sorting and cleaning.

I still can't believe that tomorrow evening my life will be packed away and I'll be with queen_of_snapes at her house, squeeing about the film and ready to head to a Harry Potter conference, all the while knowing that I am done with Reading - that I will be leaving England the day after the con. I really leave Reading tomorrow. I don't think it'll hit me until later...

But this weekend is about fun and hellos and Harry Potter; by Minerva's mane, it will be fun. There's nothing that says my goodbye with England can't also be fun, hilarious and happy. Just have to get there. I'm sure the atmosphere will sweep me right up.

Hahahaha, it'll be a throw-back to be back in first-year dorms after just leaving my second- and third-year house!


Kiwi
Eyes to see
"The one person who really knows me best says I'm like a cat - the kind of cat that you just can't pick up and throw into your lap. No, the kind that doesn't mind being held, only when it's her idea; the kind that feels what she decides to feel when she is good and ready to feel it."
[Ani DiFranco; Virtue]
 
 
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President Airlock: Glee!queen_of_snapes on July 20th, 2011 09:19 am (UTC)
I can't believe you're spending your last night in England at my place! So much pressure! *lots of Kiwi hugs & squishes*
Kiwi Crocus: Lesbians || Grass-root upbringing.cranky__crocus on July 20th, 2011 09:25 am (UTC)
It's because you're that special and I trust you just that much, Queenie! (: ♥ I'll try to keep the waterworks to a minimum and do most of my salty eyes over the salty ocean. (; And don't feel pressured to make it some perfect evening - I'm sure by the time we get there, we'll be exhausted after a weekend of fun and not enough sleep! *Many Queenie hugs & squishes back.*
therealsnapetherealsnape on July 20th, 2011 09:20 am (UTC)
Play and Wanamaker were great, weren't they? We loved it, too.

it'll be a throw-back to be back in first-year dorms after just leaving my second- and third-year house! Ah, but now you're an Ickle!Firstie in a very different sense, oh high achieving one!
Kiwi Crocus: Green || It's a gem.cranky__crocus on July 20th, 2011 09:28 am (UTC)
Play and Wanamaker were great, weren't they?
Absolutely. Glad you three loved it, too! Seems it was the Thing To Do for those who went to London before the con. (:

Ah, but now you're an Ickle!Firstie in a very different sense, oh high achieving one!
Ahahaha. I hear the faintest bit of Kelly in there. :Þ Thank you for that!

(Hope you all enjoyed some lovely breakfast! ♥)
therealsnapetherealsnape on July 20th, 2011 09:58 am (UTC)
I did nick the ickle!Firstie from Kelly. Just sums it up.

And since you ask - brioche, jam, lots of tea.
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Kiwi Crocus: Julie Andrews || Cigar smugness.cranky__crocus on July 20th, 2011 10:25 am (UTC)
I was to the right side of centre, though not too much (yup, that was where Wanamaker warmed her legs!). Perhaps when we meet tomorrow (!!) we'll realise we recognise each other somewhat.

The eldest daughter was my favourite apart from Wanamaker, too; I loved whenever they interacted (wasn't so fond of the younger daughter with Wanamaker).

And if I ever meet that costume designer, I shall throw myself at her probably excellently-shod feet.
Yes yes yes!!! I think I would have worn any article of clothing from that show. Someday, someday... C:
zeezofbadfaith on July 20th, 2011 12:58 pm (UTC)
Don't be disappointed with Interview with the Vampire! :( Just keep on reading :x Next on the list is Vampire Lestat! (I've a bunch of Anne Rice books that were supposed to be read in order, but.. well, I read them as I bought them, they're rather expensive here)

And good luck with everything, darling Kiwi! <3