Scribbles

Since last night, it’s been a utter sense of deja vu, with twice the misery. Last night, in my empty apartment (roomy moved out on Sat), with all my stuff packed, the utter sense of unhappiness was overwhelming. I couldn’t wait to leave this place in its current state.

So after a sleepless night tossing and turning, I’m waiting for my movers to come and take away all my stuff. Of course they’re late. What better way to drag out this depressive time and throw my schedule off. It’s been a great 2 years here. It’s definitely been the favorite apartment I’ve lived in my whole life, and I’ve been in a lot of apartments. Not just the fact that it was in NYC, but that I’ve put in so much of my personal touch to make it home. And as I packed things and threw others out, it felt like an act of tearing down something I love.

Don’t worry though, I’ll make it fine. More updates to follow.