markira

I had a few moments of sadness this morning for my little Queens apartment.  Oh, Forest Hills, I shall miss you with your proximity to everything that I need and your convenience.  I shall miss my sunken living room and large, bright bedroom.  Most of all, I shall miss my 6 closets, especially my boyfriend, the walk-in.  Many will be the times I think of you as I try to squish everything into about 1/4 of the space (while making Raph use the closet in the spare bedroom/office).  Raph and Mike D are packing everything into the truck (Robert bailed, the bum.  He got the time wrong and thought he was only needed in the afternoon so he'll be there later) right now.  I'm sitting at work trying not to think too much of the fact that tonight when I go "home" it will be to this foreign place, this uncharted territory.

It's called: New Jersey.

Alas, I shall attempt to take my own advice and accept this life change with as much grace as I can muster.  To a new beginning!