Merf. Thinking is Hard.

Packages are going off slowly. I have no guarantees on when they will arrive, so it’s not even like I can say it’s Christmas without the holiday, more like, it’s random cool-shit-in-your-mail day with random cool shit in your mail. 

Also god I am getting such a workout taking these things to the post office. I had to stop several times today because the weight was so hard on my ankles. The big boxes, I’ll have to use a rolling bag for it.

The postoffice owner is starting to recognize me, and we talked about our surnames today (his is Oh, mine is Goh, which is basically 吴 but in Korea still written as 吳 which I thought was pretty fucking neat… it’s not often other East Asians ask me to write my surname in Chinese for them). 

I do feel really bad about leaving Hamilton; it’s only in the last few months that I’ve been able to really appreciate the POC numbers here, and the local community connections I could be making if I wasn’t moving away. Oh well.