Friday, June 18, 2010

to all my stuff:

When I found out I was moving away from DC (literally overnight), I had to pack up anything on the East Coast I could call my own, not knowing if I would return to reclaim the leftovers. It’s an odd sensation to put your entire life on an airport scale and see that it weighs only slightly more than 100 pounds. Part of it feels wonderful, unencumbered. The other part felt exactly like buying gelato for the first time. You pay what ends up being eight dollars for a half a scoop, and in a moment of shock and confusion you stare blankly at the Italian woman holding your boarding pass/ice cream cone thinking, “Wait, are you serious? That’s it?”

You might not amount to very much, but I’m glad I have you.


  1. this is hilarious! i love the comparison.

  2. This reminds me of Up In The Air


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