A week and a half and a day and a half to go...

It's Sunday night. Chris went to sleep because he has to get up for work at 4.15am. It's insane. We are trying to get rid of our furniture and have so far sold the coffee table, Chris' dresser, and his cd-tower. We still have a long way to go, and I wish someone would buy my bike already. One guy who was interested in Chris' futon was supposed to come over and look at it today but he never showed up.

Other than the the trying to get our apartment empty, there's really not too much going on. We've been watching the Danish series Riget now for the past two days, and it's really good, but not half as scary as I remember it being from when I saw it as a child. I bought a ticket to go back to Finland, and Chris has his for Vancouver. I'm leaving the night of the 25th, and he takes off early on the 26th. It's going to be awful. It just hit me today how little time we have left here. Toronto is a nice place, it's been very good to us, and it's nice to always know which way South is, but I think we'll like it better back on the west coast. It will just be so horrible to say farewell again for such a long time, and I really hope London will be quick with the processing of my file.

It's raining again... I'm going to bed.