In the morning I will be heading up towards my new home for the next 5 or so years while I attempt to do a B.Med.
This will be the 8th different place I have lived in in the past 6 years. I made a deal with myself last year to stay in one place for at least 2 years, but unfortunately the disintegration of a defacto partnership ruined that idea.
I will be moving 7 hours north of Sydney to Armidale, a country town approximately equidistant to my home city and Brisbane and 2 hours from the closest beach. This is not an overly thrilling prospect for several reasons, the biggest being the distance from family and friends. My year so far has been relatively ridiculous when it comes to stressful events, so having my parents and my wonderful friends nearby has been not just handy but entirely essential.
As a result I have been delaying the inevitable, unenviable task of moving house in a variety of ways today including cooking lunch, downloading podcasts for the drive, recording myself singing, compulsively checking google reader, and of course writing a blog post.
So on that note, before I publish and reluctantly finish placing my life into boxes, I will leave you with an excerpt taken from Structured Procrastination via Nicole’s an& tumblr:
“Procrastinators seldom do absolutely nothing; they do marginally useful things, like gardening or sharpening pencils or making a diagram of how they will reorganize their files when they get around to it. Why does the procrastinator do these things? Because they are a way of not doing something more important. If all the procrastinator had left to do was to sharpen some pencils, no force on earth could get him do it. However, the procrastinator can be motivated to do difficult, timely and important tasks, as long as these tasks are a way of not doing something more important.”
