Tuesday, August 14, 2012
At least someone is enjoying all the newly empty space in our apartment.
Also, new self-knowledge: every time I move away from somewhere, I become thoroughly distraught about it. I spend many weeks (in this case, months, b/c I knew about the move far in advance) moping about how I will miss every room and every street and every coffee shop and everyone I know, and how our lives are a transient nothingness plunging into the abyss, etc. Therefore, it perhaps follows that I should stop hating places while I'm in them, since I will always inevitably lapse into this melancholia on my way out anyway.
Posted by Miss Self-Important at 6:55 PM