First off, I'm just going to say that I HATE change. I've lived on the same block for 15 years (in a city where people move constantly) and have held the same job for 10 of the last 12 years. Change freaks me out - and I try to avoid it at all costs.
But I found out last night that I must move, and therefore I'm in a panic. And, depending upon the NYC Housing Court System, this could happen in a matter of two weeks or so.
Without going into details (which I really cannot do), I did think this might happen eventually - albeit not so soon. And I will also say that I'm not a victim of some lowdown slumlord. So, again, this isn't a total shock. But it's CHANGE, and thus I am freaked.
Furthermore, those of you who've seen my Hoarders-worthy "bedroom" know how much crap I must go through, organize, and pack. For those of you who have not witnessed my mess, consider yourselves lucky.
So, I gotta get busy. I need to figure out what in the hell I'm doing with myself, all my stuff, and my two cats. And I gotta figure out how to pay for whatever I decide to do. So during this period of time I won't be blogging as much - or commenting on your blogs. Or Twittering. Or sleeping. But I WILL be constantly worrying and in need of carbs. So there's that...
I just KNEW that happy-ass Weigh-In post YESTERDAY would jinx my life. Remind me NEVER to be so friggin' upbeat and optimistic.
