Dr. Joy Browne

ok, i admit it; i'm incredibly whiny today. the cause? i love my apartment and i'm moving...where has all this junk come from and and how did it get so filthy...people have been asking if i'm sure i want to move and i have been ambivalent 'til now and today, i would happily burn the whole place to the ground. talk about your basic letting go! clearly packing was invented to allow you to move on.

people's reactions in my building have also been fascinating, especially if you're a psychologist, which i happen to be. one of my neighbors came and gave me a hug with tears in his eyes and said what a friend i'd been, a couple of the guys said they won't help me pack 'cause they don't want me to go -- and then there is the insult scenario: you'll hate the new place, you'll never find a better building, the building won't be the same now that your eccentricity is gone...eccentricity...? i wash, don't own even one cat the don't hear voices coming out my faucet. i felt like i'd jilted him.

the local thrift shops adore me, and the idea of nice and clean and new is fun. but man, the boxes and the tape and the purging, ain't.