Well kids, I'm gearing up for what has become an annual tradition of moving apartments. I have moved every year, in one form or another, since I graduated high school. Think about how wretched that is. A self-imposed wretchedness apparently because I'm never quite content. The crazy part is that I've stayed in the same city that whole time, so it's not even like it's a result of wanderlust or necessary relocations.
I've held out for days, but it is time to pack that beautiful SINGER machine up until its unveiling at the new flat in the next neighborhood over.