Moving, Moving on, Making Choices

Ok we’re back - this is something I’m going to really get in to with the later in the week letter (I hope) but I’m in the midst of a move. We’re going from Austin to LA for June & July, then heading back to New York in August. It’s a lot of shuffling around, a lot of temporary-ness, and a lot of feelings. Especially about getting somewhat back to a normal life, going somewhere else for the first time in well over a year, leaving Austin and my mom. Story for another time!

Me, buried underneath all the shit I schlep around from house to house.

My point is, I’m a little at loose ends. Moving stresses the shit out of me, and I don’t love change. I don’t like packing everything up, partly because I don’t like confronting how much stuff I actually have. It makes me feel weird to see exactly how big my footprint of crap is on the world, guilty about how many things I’ve bought myself, sad to see the things I brought with me from New York, and how scared I was when we made that trip. Processing…