I envy the two suitcase man; I have long aspired but never succeeded in becoming him. It is moving day. I have so much crap. I don’t even buy it for myself. I didn’t even know I had all these pants in ugly shades and detailing. Thanks, mom. I want to burn it all. Burn it all.
A few days later, having found my bag in Hoboken, I worked out (if only for a short while — baby steps) at the NYSC on 38th and 8th. Nevermind the unnecessary and decadent meals in between. Even just 20 minutes of cardio is a start.







