Last dinner in Watford...Last sunset in Watford... Last Simpsons in Watford...

I've only been packing for an afternoon, and I'm tired already. It feels like it's going to be a long weekend.

For a start, it's a surprise just how many clothes I've got. The first thing I cleared out was the laundry basket, and I've found t-shirts I haven't seen in over a year. Very scary. I'm also wondering where the toy fishing game came from.

I seem to remember that whenever I move, several things happen:
- Clothes and books take up most of the move.
- I run out of boxes.
- One third of my possessions get lost or broken.
- I turn to drink quite early on.

It's been a while since I moved, but it's all coming back to me now.