Moving

I am moving. My life is chaotic, all packed up in boxes. I can't find anything.

(I've lost my hair dryer and this morning, I couldn't find my glasses because they were PACKED IN A BOX. Seriously. Who does that?)

I'm sad to leave behind my first apartment, my first year of being single. I have learned so much this past year, and I have grown so much as a person.

I've learned:
- that I don't love cooking any less just because my cutting board is the size of an index card.

- it is acceptable to drink wine and eat popcorn for dinner.

- I can go a FULL MONTH without running the dishwasher. (Don't judge me.)

- how to clean a bathroom sink clogged with hair and not throw up.

- it is possible to NEVER DUST the top of your bookcase. (Yeah. I wouldn't recommend it. It's gross when you finally dust it.)

- that there is no appropriate "adult" bedtime (or time to get up, for that matter).

- there is nothing wrong reaching my "social quota" with reading a book at Barnes and Noble.

- I can go two weeks without doing laundry.

- one can never have TOO MANY BOOKS.

- you can make an entire meal with two eggs, wilted spinach and day old feta cheese, and NOT DIE.



I am excited to see where this next year will take me. I am excited to grow and learn with my new roomie (!) and finally (FINALLY!) cook for more than just one.



I can't wait.