On Moving (and food)

I've lived in the same apartment for 3 1/2 years. Aside from my childhood home, this is the longest I've lived in one place. My close friends know that I have a hard time with change and a really hard time not getting attached to things. (Ex. I had a nightmare once that my favorite coffee mug broke. It was pretty devastating.) I move today, and it feels like I'm losing a friend.

Moving is the worst. Not only has it taken a toll on me emotionally and physically, it's wreaked havoc on my eating habits for the past two weeks. The last home-cooked meal I ate was a week ago (Mexican-style eggs). I've been eating a steady diet of toast and leftover pizza because I've wanted to avoid making a mess in the kitchen. Not good.

I'm sad to leave my home, but I'm excited about the meals I'll create and share with friends in my new apartment. The best part about my new place? It's literally two minutes down the street from Trader Joe's!

My old place, pre-move