Non-adulting emotion: moving despair
It’s been a big few weeks for me. I left my job at the paper, put on a massive event and now … well, now I should be packing and moving.
But am I? Am I carefully sorting things, labeling boxes, giving away unwanted items and amassing big stacks of newspaper to carefully wrap dishes?
Or am I instead falling down the internet rabbit hole, refreshing the amazon.com listing for my book, reading Jezebel and stories about mail-order brides and playing Flow on my phone?
(Answer: B. So much. So terribly, terribly much).
