Which pile do I put my pride in?

Not until your belongings are in piles and it's after midnight do you really believe that you're moving. I remember every time I've moved - and I have at least once every year since freshman dorms - saying, "I NEVER want to do that again!"

How soon we forget.

But here I am only 3 Miller Lights in (I can't remember what buying craft beer feels like) with one pile condemned to Michigan, and one pile destined for NYC. Deciding which stuffed animals make the trip will be a much lengthier debate. I'll probably need at least one more beer and a few shed tears.

I moved to Chicago 7 months ago without a job or a home and I had a pretty stellar run. I'm moving back to New York with both of those, so that has to count for something. Right? I'm just going to shake that good omen for all it's worth.

If there's one thing I've learned from re-watching the entire series of Sabrina, the Teenage Witch it's that

if it's meant to be, it will be.

And if it's not, you still get to date a lot of really cute boys and cats live a really long time.

My tap shoes were covered in dust,

TJB: Making It