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Moving Day (again)

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:

I’m moving in with him* today. It’s kind of crazy, and strange and super comfortable all at the same time. They say that living together changes everything and we’ll soon find out because everything’s about to change. Well, I mean, our situation is about to change. We’re moving in together. That’s different than me moving in with him. This way, we’re getting a new space, a new place to create new things together. I didn’t want to move into his space, and I didn’t want him to move into mine. Space issues create problems, and having a new space makes it easier to share. Because neither of us had our own way with it before. And now, like playdoh, it’s ours to mold...