Rebecca's eating yellow cake tomorrow!

I've been meaning to post all week, but I've been supremely busy (which is kinda nice after weeks of unproductive laziness). Sara and I are moving into our own apartment, and since she's been working so much, I'm doing most of the organizing, packing, etc. Our room is a chaotic mess right now, and it's pretty impossible to find anything. Case in point: I was up late last night looking for my inhaler, which I needed, and the last train ticket I bought in Villers-Cotterets, which I absolutely didn't need, but I want to know that I still have it. I'm looking forward to getting us all moved in and decorating our new apartment. It's a nice large one-bedroom, a stone's throw away from our grandma's house.

I'm a little worried about money and how we'll get by on our own, so I plan to redouble my job-hunting efforts. I'm going to look into part-time work, because it'll probably be easier to find and I know I can get by on it. (My mom once told me that I'm the cheapest person she ever knew and that I can survive "on nothing." I guess she meant it as a compliment.) As of right now Sara is paying for our rent, and just about everything else, which I feel guilty about, although I'm sure she can afford it. My new goal is to have a job by my birthday.

We're still reading Julie Andrews's autobiography, which I love. She writes as eloquently and beautifully as she talks. Sara and I were saying the other night that the only thing that could make it better would be an audiobook of her reading it.