personal

Your back. That’s the number one thing I’ve learned over the past few days. Trying to pack while having your upper back feeling like there’s a dagger sticking out of it is much less than fun.

My apartment is slowly disappearing. I packed all day today, and I packed a ton right before I left for vacation, and it’s finally to the point that you can tell things are going away. For the first while, it seemed like I could pack box after box and not make a dent on what

I’ve been having trouble investing myself into anything the last while, and I have a theory why: I’m a lame duck. I know I’m moving two weeks from tomorrow, and so I’m feeling kind of lackadaisical about everything. Why bother doing this that or the other (if it’s not related to packing) if I’m not

Got back the home inspection report today, and for the most part it was good news. There were some minor problems (electrical, chimney), but nothing that really looked like a deal breaker, though I’ve asked a few people for their opinions on it, and I suppose there might have been something I missed. In any

So I’m back now, returned to the land of the internet. We were supposed to have internet at our hotel, but it turned out to be in a different room that we had to traipse over and use and, well, I just didn’t have the time or inclination to exert that much effort just to