I'm totally moving in 8 days and it's freaking me out.
I don't know what else to say. I'm, um, packing up my life (which consists of one suitcase, a red Samsonite 24-incher, and a black Samsonite rolling carry on) and trying not to get lachrymose, because honestly, the move is the best thing for me.
Relocating from small-town South India to bustling Delhi. Moving is vaguely media-related, but that's all you'll get out of me. For now.
In the past two years, I've shifted residences about 10 times. I travel light, and my emotional baggage is much more difficult to heave than the leaden luggage full of knitting supplies, basic cotton clothes, and a stockpile of DVDs (my current favorite: The Tick, Season 1).
It's all kind of getting to me.