To add:

I am understanding of Kat's position because I am completely overwhelmed with all I have to do to move by the end of July. I don't know W/H/WTF I am going to get all of this done and all of what I need to do is some writing projects I have to complete along with all the move bullshit.

BTW, I hate moving more than just about anything. I think I would rather deal with human beings' bodily fluids than moving.

Not. joking.

I missed the deleted post, but {{{Kat}}} anyway, on general principle; the responsibilities-and-big-decisions part of being a grown-up both suck and blow in the most undelightful way possible.

I assume that moving will be what I do in hell.

yes. and I will have to move every 90 days.

Every 90 days? I wouldn't ever unpack at that rate. Damn.

I wish I could help people with moving.

I leave for my business trip in 19 hours. I need a hair cut and to get witness signatures on my medical powers of attny, also to write up list of emergency contacts and probably a few other things, but I think I am packed.

-t, but it's hell. you have to unpack.

WTF, le nubian? Why every 90 days?? Will you be going different places?

Kat, as I said when we had dinner--owning a house is not necessarily All That.

I got tons of catcalls in my old 'hood in DC, as it was heavily black and Hispanic when I lived there. But in those cases, they were mostly totally chill, and I was frequently flattered, rather than sketched. Like, when the guys would be on their stoop chilling and yell out "Ay, mamí, you want to marry me?" or when the guy said "Mm, girl, you want a little chocolate in that milk?" But that was usually broad daylight, and they weren't like, following me down the street to say that. Other times it could definitely be creepy. I haven't hardly ever had it happen in Seattle, and I think in a way, that makes when it does happen a little creepier just because it's out of the ordinary!

Ran my May 5K today! And I was faster than last time!! I didn't think I would be, because I felt like I walked a ton, but I was at least three minutes faster!

I don't mean I would choose not to unpack, just that there's no way I would finish before it was time to start packing up again. I'd do better pushing a boulder up a hill.

Ohhh! There we go. The straw and the camels back. I just got called a lousy person and a terrible partner. Or perhaps it was a terrible person and a lousy partner. Can't remember now.

I think we should return to our corners and wait for the next bell.

However, I have cleaned the hall closet and the kid's closet.