MY ROOM IS SO EMPTY, IT DEPRESSES ME IMMENSELY. COMME ÇA.
Tonight is Emily’s last night in Bordeaux. I have three nights left. We’ve spent most of the evening packing up our rooms, cleaning out junk we’ve accumulated over the course of the year, and feeling sad about leaving France. I was flicking through some notepads I used during my time at French university and found notes that Em and I had written to each other about what ingredients we had at home and what we’d have for dinner that night. Clearly, French university did a fantastic job of engaging us.
Most of my clothing is now packed away. The only things left to pack are my chargers and adapters (of which I have many), underwear, handheld consoles, and travel documents. I’ve removed most of my posters, postcards, and photos from the walls so now they’re as bare as ever. I am not sure if I will take my verb charts down, though. They might benefit the next lot of UTS students who will be moving into my room. Emily has left a bottle of lube and some condoms for them. I’ve left a life-time supply of sunscreen, a pack of 100 Panadol tablets, about around ten pairs of Vietnam Airlines slippers that my parents stole from their flight over here. I am sure the girls who are taking over from us will love the treats Em and I have left behind. Heck, I’d be pretty excited to find free slippers. And lube. Mostly slippers, though.
I guess I’ll accompany Em to the train station tomorrow when she catches her TGV to Paris. Then I’ll come home and mope in my lonesome, try and eat all the food in the house, and panic wank over the idea of having to get all my luggage down our three flights of stairs.
This time next week I’ll be on a plane home. Maybe I should panic wank now.
