Day 74: The End?

So it is my last day in Vancouver.

All things considered, the last couple of days have been very normal. My last day of work was unique only in that my boss was a little more determined than usual to figure out what I am going to do with the rest of my life. Today was weird really only in that I didn't go to work - I did laundry, I went to the Salvation Army to donate most of the books that I amassed in the last two months, I stopped at the used bookstore to get books for the plane ride (okay, I realize that the point was to get rid of books, not get new ones, but I only bought two and I donated about twelve).

I also got a milkshake. Now, this was Not Very Smart. I knew that this was Not Very Smart. I do not mix very well with milk - unfortunate, as I am very fond of milk and milk products, despite the oh-so-wonderful nauseous, stomach-crampy, I-am-going-to-throw-up feeling that occurs about thirty seconds after ingesting said milk products (have never actually thrown up because of milk - fortunate, that, as doing so might actually make me stop drinking milk altogether).

But - but - milk is so yummy. So I keep convincing myself that this time, I will not feel sick. And does it work?

No. But it is worth the pain.

Anyway. I have also packed and more or less cleaned my room out - I need to figure out how to fit one more thing into my bags, but I'm pretty much good to go.

The end?