Change of upbringing

Don’t you ever wish that you grew up somewhere else, maybe in another time, or place? Sometimes I wish I was brought up somewhere else. That my parents hadn’t listened to snot-nosed 13 year old me, and dad had taken the job in Australia for a few years. It would have been cool to do something different, but y’know, I’d still be wishing the same thing. Why couldn’t I have gone to somewhere like Eton? Just for the experience of it. Why didn’t I go to high school in Japan? Why didn’t I live in California and have an experience like The OC or something? It’s just one of those “I wish I had” things that I get all of the time. Oh well. :) I’m glad I lived where I did, had the friends I did, and went to school where I did, but I’m just one of those people who wants to try everything, and I think those would have been interesting experiences. Anyways, I’m just rambling now.

Yesterday, we had a couple come by and take our bean bags from us – we put them up on freecycle and had a lot of interest. There’s so much more space now, and we don’t have to move them. Speaking of moving, I’ve started the packing process. Which is a lot of work. Next week we’re doing viewings nonstop hardcore. Which should be a total blast, I tell you. Nothing makes my day better than a bunch of estate agents. Let me tell you.

Anyways, today I’m not up to much. Jus’ chillin’ at home, finishing Firefly, possibly watching Part One of Che, and maybe watching Un Chien Andalou. I know. I’m a regular fountain spring of activity.