I moved into this apartment June 10th, 2003. That’s just a little over five years ago.

Now, the walls are mostly bare. There are stacks of papers to be pitched or shredded. My dining room, and a good chunk of my living room, has been turned into a holding place for my stuff: boxes of books, DVDs, IKEA furniture broken down into its essential elements. My futon has been disassembled, the frame is leaning across the wall, Tippy is sleeping on the mattress, now taking up the bulk of the floorspace. Guy is sniffing the floor and giving me a look that tells I won’t get him into the carrier easily. The cat carriers are stacked atop each other and open.

Tomorrow, I move.

I wish I had more time to prepare. I hope tomorrow goes smoothly. I hope the view from the building’s roof deck is everything I dream it to be.

I’ll know tomorrow.

You won’t: no internet service until the 28th (assuming I can’t find someone’s free wi-fi to hijack).

I’m very, very excited. I’m very, very scared.

And tonight I’m off to M. Night’s new film, and then dinner and drinks at the Nautilus diner.