live

so i'm exhausted.

it's quarter past one on the day that i get to fly away from here. my students rocked their christmas concert skit. it was, objectively, hilarious. i was a proud mama hen. we had fun breakdancing in the classroom beforehand, and wrestling a bit. they noticed that i had sweat under my arms. they never fail to remark on it if they notice me sweat. i can't believe that people who will eat fermented walrus meat would be weirded out by a little sweat. tonight though, i nipped it in the bud by asking if they wanted to sniff it. they declined.

i'm sitting here in my living room surrounded by piles of clean, folded laundry. my carvings are wrapped in huge amounts of bubble wrap and in a box. i've made an impossibly long list of things i need to do tomorrow before i leave... i'm daunted.

however, tomorrow night (tonight?) i'll be in a bar in iqlauit drinking my face off with my coworkers. so that makes everything ok in the end.

i can't wait to see you all.