Today we are moving out. Boxes on boxes, and sorting schemes based on color and symbols we made up saved in a excel spreadsheet. There are things still left in the kitchen, because we will need them last, and I already packed most of my clothes, but left the top open to grab the necessary things. Swim trunks were buried as they don't meet the requirements of necessary any time soon. I just want to do anything but this. I hate moving, and deciding on what to throw away or keep. Like the pasta maker, no I don't need it, but you could use it. No one needs a pasta maker, or a muffin tin but you want it. Or you break something as you pack or you lose something that you broke but you were going to fix awhile ago, and shit the wall still needs to be re-painted if we're going to get the security deposit back. Now I am moving to a smaller place everything must go, except the mirror and those weird cube storage things I deemed useful. And we need to wash the windows and vacuum probably. Id rather go back to when we first moved in, we watched tv on the floor and you made me a cocktail with cherries and gin, and we sang loud enough the neighbors asked about it the next day.