i don't live in queens anymore. at all. i live in brooklyn now. there are boxes everywhere.
i just realized i left something in the fridge in the old place.
i left a lot of things in the garbage. a lot of things i'll live without just fine.
it's amazing how much shit i accumulated at that place. i never really thought i was a pack rat. well, maybe i always knew i was. but i've never been so squarely faced with the fact. the place in queens was the first place i stayed in for more than a year since i moved out of my parents house.
i feel like there should be something more to say. but all i can think of is some pseudo-psych about new beginnings and starting over and boy oh boy is that a steaming pile.