packing/cleaning

so i am the queen of waiting until the last minute to do something. like packing. like waiting until the day i have to move to get things together and throw stuff away and pack up my life, again, into my two-door honda.

im not moving far. i'm moving across a river, to another state, to new york city. to harlem, to be exact. manhattan. who would have thought? i've lived so close for almost a year, and now i get to experience living in it for at least a year. it sucks you in, i've learned. you get sucked in.

i'm still sort of in transition for a few weeks. then in transition for another few weeks. two months total. this time in august, i hope to be settled down and in my own space and spreading my arms out wide in a room in nyc that is mine. all mine.

but before i get there, i'm going through this life i've piled up in new jersey over the last 10 months. and you make yourself believe that it's not much, that you haven't acquired anything, and then you start trying to break it down and compact it and you realize you have thousands of poems and papers and books....clothes and clothes....and shoes and things here and there. i don't want to have to make two trips. but i might have to. i'm going to try and fit everythinggggg into my car and say there. i'm done.

i'm almost done.