Sometimes a long absence from the blogosphere can make things harder for me to get back into the blogging ritual. Do I start from the day I called the MOVERS for the first time in my life? And how I was insanely anxious about the possibility of crooked movers and losing all belongings -- every single thing that has some story behind it? Strange, no doubt, when I think of my life stored in boxes.
One of the movers made a joke about signing my life away – how could he?!! I tried to imagine what a new life – or hell – would be like if I had to start all over with nothing but one backpack that contains a laptop and two books (one borrowed from the library), plus a Puma bag with 2 pairs of jeans,8 t-shirts and 3 pairs of shoes. I had nightmares all week, of course! I mean, I am so ridiculously anxious about everything. How could this be me? Who gave me the worry-wart gene dagnabbit! When did I start worrying about so much crap? Crap, let me tell you. I mean Holy Crap, it’s July already!!
Soon to post: lots of bullets about the week in review. I’m so sleepy that I can’t even write about the hell of apt search this week; but I am happy to report that I have a new place. .
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