All hands on deck! Battle stations! Battle Stations!
ETA parental home: 5 hours.
Last minute jitters in full swing!
Dad is picking me up from the station with Mum, he actually can't do it alone because he doesn't know what I even look like, seeing as he refused to look at the pictures I sent up. I've picked a respectable and feminine outfit, to try and get that first impression of: “human being”. Will he accept my change of name? Will he accept the change of gender? Will he, even if he can't accept them, at least refer to me as 'she' and 'Lil'?
Too many questions. Worst of all is what do I get him for Christmas? I ran out of time yesterday and ended up not being able to get a present, (I got everyone else in the family one, it's now going to look worse if I don't get him something.) This year I've spent more on presents than I ever have.
I've been overdoing eBay as well, stuff may be arriving while I'm not here, which is annoying because I specifically asked for stuff to be held until after I get back before sending.
I'll be back in Sheffield sometime after the 26th, depending on how well things go once I get back. I live far enough away that I need to plan trips back, but close enough that I don't need to book trains to get back. Useful.
One thing will be nice about being back. I remember distinctly that Christmas day itself is a day full of heat. Hot hot heat, as family blows hot air all over the place, turkey cooks, and the heating is left on all the time. Warmth, if I could bag it and bring it home with me I would.
I'm looking forward to new years, I have an outfit picked out and I just need to get the details of what's going on exactly.
I think I've packed everything I'll need, (including space for stuff I'm bringing back with me,) it'll all be fine.
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