Passport arrived. No more barriers to flying out unfeasibly early Saturday morning. Too much to do beforehand. Too much preparation. It's times like these I wish I didn't leave everything until the last minute. Unlike so many protagonists, I can't solve everything with a bomb and a knife. They're fictional, their lives are notably easier in that regard.
Need to wash more clothes. Also need to leave myself notes so I remember that this place is going to have other people in it from now on. Also need to fix the hoover.
$DEITY, I'm talking about hoovers. I feel old. Time to clean up.