Twenty-two hours and counting. Most of the apartment is packed, and it’s almost impossible to get around here from all of the boxes stacked willy-nilly about. The butterflys in my stomach have turned into buzzards. I’ve been through this before, but that was 17 years ago and I didn’t really know what was going on. Now that I do, I’m more nervous.

I can hardly wait for the closing tomorrow. After the closing, I have to change the address on my ID, and then pick up the moving van. From there it’s all assholes and elbows, as we used to say in the military. I have a very limited amount of time to move. Let’s hope that I can get it done.