By Lucy

Dawn of the Final Day, twelve hours remain.

Got the car checked out today, nothing wrong with it. No idea where the puddle of oil that appeared under it on the driveway came from. Possibly just undercoating dripping off, or maybe the homeowner has a leak and it’s from him. I feel a lot better though, having my car checked out on a lift by a second pair of eyes. The guy at the desk always remembers my name, my car, and the fact I drive out to Thunder Bay for work. I wonder if it’s because I’m a pretty girl, or I have a rare-ish car, or that I know a lot about cars, or I drive really far… really, any number of things. He also came back in the office and had a good chuckle about “his 6’3 tech trying to fold himself into the driver’s seat” cuz the seat won’t go back with the car loaded up. They topped up the air in my tires and didn’t even charge me for the inspection, which is fantastic because the Chrysler dealership will charge you 150 bucks just to call them. Gonna miss having a reliable mechanic, although at least I’ve already spoken to the Vagabond’s and he seems decent (he was annoying skeptical that the pretty girl correctly diagnosed the problem with the truck).

I dramatically underestimated how much stuff I have. It will not fit in this load, unfortunately. I tried asking the homeowner if I could leave it in the walk-in closet, because this place is gonna functionally be a mausoleum after I leave. He has one friend, and in the three years I’ve lived here I can count on one hand the number of times he’s had a guest. But he decided he wants to set up the room I was using as an office as a spare room for the guests he won’t have and started giving me a hard time about it. I asked Adrianne and she’s apparently killed her car and can’t drive to Thunder Bay, but she did agree to let me store my stuff in her basement.

It was a hard debate how much was worth spending at least another 200 to drive back down for my stuff, but the Worbla alone is worth that much, so I decided might as well. Who knows, I might remember something else I have to settle after I leave.

Saw my biker friend again. He tried to gift me a few more books and some DVD’s from his collection, but he agreed to hold onto them because of my storage problems. I did accept a model he had of a Harley Davidson Glide, which is the Vagabond’s bike, complete with “screaming eagle” decals (don’t ask me the year for either of them). I won’t be bringing it with me to England but I will set it up at any job call I go on.

The plan for today is, Adrianne’s going to arrive around noon. We pack up her car with all my stuff, then drive down to where I’m leaving my car. Park the car, hand over the keys, then drive down to Adrianne’s place. Unpack there, then to the airport, arriving around 3. Check in and be both bored and panicked for several hour.

Wish me luck.