My bags are packed...

...I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.



Well, my bags aren't really packed, but I love that song!


But as you can see, there has been some progress made this morning. I have made a pile with some of my stuff (awaiting the laundry on saturday for the rest), next to Joding's pile. And Cute Cat has packed my bag, with himself. I think he wants to come with me, because he simply can't live without me for 4 weeks.

Or am I projecting my own feelings on him? Again.