knifeforkspoon
<-- this is stuff i like
this is my internet home base
this is a compilation of people's embarrassing emails that i edit, sporadically
this is a blog i kept when i moved to los angeles just after university and was angsty and directionless, and this this is the blog i kept shortly after that when i was no longer in LA, but still angsty and without direction. i try not to be so blatantly emotional on the internet anymore, but it's out there, so it's right here
changing house
tomorrow morning i am taking all of my things out of my room and putting them in a truck and driving across town and then taking all of my things out of the truck and putting them in a new room. this is moving, and it is cumbersome.
moving feels a bit like a paper that i have due tomorrow: staying up all night, putting off packing, getting intermittently overwhelmed by the lack of packing being done, sighing, reading blogs, flashing forward in my head to the physical labor that is in my immediate future, sighing some more, maybe finally packing when it is becoming necessary, timewise.
but, like a paper, there is a deadline, an end point. and this time tomorrow, it will be passed, and i will be in a new room in a new house. and then will be the unpacking, which is less a paper and more a yearlong project. or something.
