so after my topher grace movie ended (and it ended better than i thought it would), i managed to pack two entire boxes of books, we got from Erica Abel up through Charles D’Ambrosio (he’s still sitting on the shelf). i figure at this rate i’ll be already to move by September 12, 2017.

since i made the decision to move i find myself sitting on the couch aimlessly looking around the apartment. it’s going to be a little hard for me to leave the hovel, moldy carpets, domestic situations and all. i remember when i moved in here (six years ago in october) i had to my name, one computer (owen), a loveseat, a full-size futon, two bookcases, and a borrowed TV from sister #4. i’ve got a lot more now. where did it all come from? sheesh.

when i moved in here, i had just started my job. i work for the same company, but back then i worked in customer service. i made $12.50 an hour and drove a 1979 Chrysler Newport. my rent was $455 a month. i barely got by. but i loved it. i was just coming out of a deep dark depression that lasted two years. i was terrified a lot.

i’ve lived here in this apartment longer than i have lived anywhere since i was 17. i feel like i grew up here. well, i guess i did grow up here. an era in supergenius history is ending here and i’m getting all melancholy about it. packing always brings out the worst in me. it’s just so hard to see all that you are, all of your life packed away in so many cardboards boxes.

expect august to be nostalgia time here on iwilldare.com