I spent the day packing up the boyfriend's car with all of my stuff and bringing it over to his place to store until this weekend, when we can start moving into the new apartment.
And then I realized I could fit my entire life in just two trips in his car. I probably could have done it in one, had he done a better job of cleaning out the trunk and if I had played a few games of Tetris this morning to get in the right mindset.
I know material goods aren't everything, but I still don't feel like I have much to show for the last 25 years. I think I'm a bad American.