Packing Update:

In 24 short/long hours, I will be taking off from SF airport on a one-way ticket to NYC. I have been anticipating this flight for months, but what I didn't anticipate is the amount of shit I have to take with me. And it's not just the amount of shit that is the problem but also the weight of the shit. I just told EH that if it was July right now, I would be packing tiny tanks and flip flops instead of winter boots, coats, and sweaters. My luggage is out of control, and I still have close in the dryer and another pair of boots in the closet.

On a related note, the forecast in NYC for tomorrow is 39 degrees. Maybe I could just pack flip flops after all.

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