Boxes

You may wonder what boxes are doing in my Blip. I am kind of wondering too. They are because I am packing up my flat. I am packing up my flat because I am headed back to the states for a bit. An indefinite bit. Obviously, it's been a bit rough lately and it seems like for the sake of all involved it would be good to go back to the states for a little stabilizing.

I am going to work in Boston, same organization, same thing, just Boston. Get some counseling. I think everyone should get counseling. I love counseling. That person has to listen to you and you don't have to guilty for making them. BRILLIANT.

I am all tears. ALL TEARS.

Here's the first box. Looking at it is a little rough, so I am sitting with my back to it, pretending it's not there.

I am still dodging my friends, in a lame act, I emailed them to tell them the news. I just couldn't get myself together to tell them.

So now, 12 days of packing and trying to get my stuff to storage all around the city and then a long ride "home." (Another really great Patty Griffin song.)