I've read that moving is the third traumatic thing after death and divorce that one experiences in life. In the next 31 days, I'll be moving twice... well, presumably. I actually haven't found a place to live for October. I've moved many times before: from New York to California with my parents; from California to DC for college; from DC to London for study abroad; and from London back to DC to start my Senior year. But I've never moved with such an amorphous future in front of me. Perhaps a blank slate is a good thing for a change?
More on this later. For now, I'm off to caffeinate, work from home, and squeeze in some laundry and packing in between.