I am a movin’ machine. By my calculations, I have moved 14 times since 2001. Well, make that 15 times because I am on the move again. Except this time, I am not moving home or to a dorm or into a communal living situation. Nope, I am moving into a companionless, unaccompanied, solitary apartment.
That’s right, I found independent housing! My new digs boast instantaneous hot water, gas, electricity, and a telephone line. I am so stoked about cooking, cruising the internet at 2 a.m. and walking around in shorty shorts, that I’ve been playing Sarah Hanson’s song, All My Stuff, non-stop. I think my sitemates are going to string me up by the toes.