It could be worse. I could have this much crap.

Packing has made me insane, as in crazy like a fox, although I’ve never fully understood the term, nor used it before, but today it feels appropriate. Countdown, less than five hours til we move. This is my third move in 19 months. At least I’m only moving four blocks. At least I’m not moving back into the roach-infested housing projects.

I want to write so much on the fine points of moving in with your lover, but I’m still staring at all the crap I’ve acquired over the past lifetime and wondering why it never felt like so much before?

And, it’s also the first day I’m posting on Souldish. My column is called Relationshifts and while I try to work out how to write this thing, I’m posting the rest of this as my first installation. So here’s a teaser. Read the rest here:

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