MOVING NORTH (by 18 blocks)

I'm moving! For the first time in almost 4 years! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
scary shit.

I'm a little bit nervy but mostly excited, because as far as I can see, there's only one thing to be scared of. Not the whole living with other people thing for the first time in years, because I'm STOKED to not be a lonely sad old bastard this winter! Not the inevitable constant hangs because I'm really good at hanging out. Not the cooking and cleaning for other people because cooking for other people is one of my favourite things to do, and cleaning is whatever.

I am most scared that my roommates, who are some of my best pals, will realize how many completely idiotic things I do in a day. Like 5 minutes ago when I leaned over to pet the cat and somehow dipped my shoulder in my soup bowl (whatthefuck, right??) or the amount of times I run into stationary objects, or put a pink dress in with the whites, or burn my hands on the stove, or use salt instead of sugar, or wear my underwear inside out all day without realizing it.

Ugh. I have a really hard time getting my life together. Please don't hate me roommates. Even when I spill spaghetti sauce on your favourite dress (inevitable).