At this instant Mark and Ryan are somewhere between here and Okotoks, on a mission to fetch a bed from...somewhere. Where exactly was never made clear to me. Paul and I have done what we can to get the remainder of Mark's possessions packed and have reached the point where we're not sure what's left. My stuff is all crammed into my room, with my computer and various miscelleny excepted. My dad is coming tomorrow to move my possessions up to my new place. I have the Beatles on repeat, the house looks bare and disorderly, and I'm feeling a strange sense of loss. I'm not going to miss this house, particularly. I'll miss Mark, though.

The next time I get a chance to update this, I'll probably be in Scotland. Until then, lots of love.

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