in which the nomadic lifestyle catches up with me

For the record, I am SO over moving. And packing. And cleaning. And organizing. And things that generally involve figuring something out. And I think I was almost eaten by a dust bunny this morning.

I sold my bed frame and mattress and my biggest book shelf, which means less stuff to store and an extra $40 in my pocket. Of course, it also means sitting here by my e-mail and phone all afternoon waiting for my buyers to let me know they're on their way, which is a tad bit annoying. Especially when everything I own is basically packed except for dirty laundry, a stolen grocery basket and a box of tampons. Oh, and the dust bunnies. Can't forget those.

So I'm watching old episodes of 30 Rock and Arrested Development that I have seen an inappropriate amount of times to admit on the internet and counting down the minutes til this is all over. Which, in case you were counting, too, is Tuesday when I board a plane to Memphis at 3:25 p.m.

Tomorrow in celebration of my time here in New York, I'm going to write a little homage to all the things I'll miss about living here. It might be a quick read.


cheers,
elizabeth