i booked movers yesterday through this fab company called Mini Moves. it's perfect for people like me who come with almost nothing. the only prob is that they need to pick up everything i do own on thursday, and i haven't started packing yet.
i'm going to argue that packing up everything in your life is almost easier than packing for something like a nine day vacation because it's somewhat mindless. everything has to go. what sucks about it though is all the random crap that seems to have no place...the mate less sock under my bed, that half used bottle of hand cream...that sweater that i kind of like, but kind of hate, but i don't want to give it away because i already gave away ten bags of clothes and at this rate i'll be running around new york in the nude, and besides, maybe i'll like it next winter...ugg. did i just say this whole thing is mindless? where did i stash that old bottle of prozac?
you know what else really bums me out? i don't look good in wayfarers. and they're so tragically hip...i feel like i'm missing out on this whole big movement. thing.