contenders for the least tea

3 days until moving,

Who wants to cook when your kitchen has been packed into boxes? Moving in 3 days calls for Wegmans Sushi, miso soup, and a six pack of Sierra Nevada Torpedo Extra IPA. Fishy Omega-3 fatty acids for the brain power you need to organize, and beer to lube the reminiscent cleansing of an apartment you've lived in for 3 years.

It's strange how you finally appreciate the white of the walls when you are deconstructing a home and you experience one last Era. The light seems brighter, the air smells clean and organized. You notice a bird's call, native to your neighborhood, for the first time.

You are poised for movement.



For some reason, all this stress about moving gets me laughing hysterically at the weirdest things.

For example:

(the cleverness is just too much)

Remember when we went to London in May 2009 with Robby, and we went to the Tate Modern?

this piece is quite reminiscent
of my most philosophical thoughts

Stress is odd.

 I must admit--I like it at times.