So I guess I’m really doing this. As much as I love New York, I’ve thought about leaving for a while now. I thought maybe Boston or DC or Phili. Or maybe I’d move abroad. Put that EU citizenship to use and get a job in London or France. I really never considered moving to Africa. I’m excited and terrified and have been anxious to go but worried about everything that I’ll leave behind.
While the movers were packing my things, I wondered how I managed to cram this much stuff into a one bedroom apartment that only has a single closet. When I moved here in 2001 I came with three bags. Even after I got an apartment, I was so noncommittal that I wouldn’t buy myself a bed until a guest came to town. 5+ years later I’ve accumulatde a moving truck worth of things. Some of these things – like my eyeglasses, contact lenses, and bug repellent – really should not have ended up on that truck. They tell me the box said “SEA”, so I’m hoping they turn up in Kampala one day.
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We don't even have to mention the 6 months that you spent sleeping on my floor, 'looking for a job and an apartment and a boyfriend'. Nothing to get too worried about, yet.
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