I am out of the apartment.
Just barely under the wire, I turned in the keys to the manager, because of help from friend and family, and particularly lots of help from my uncle. Otherwise, I don't think I would ever have been able to dig myself out from under the pounds of boxes and dust.
I think I hit the loopy mark somewhere around 4:00 on Saturday. That loopy mark where none of your belongings matter anymore and every thirty seconds you think "Just throw this out, I don't need it." Loopy? Or a crash course in Buddhist detatchment to physical things?
Posted by silsby at August 1, 2005 08:12 AM