I am moving today.

"Again?" you might ask.

Third time is a charm, I say.

I am moving in with a New Yorker; a classmate.

Hope Davis actively engages with the outside world and buys here groceries and slippers at

stores, not online. She is happy to share her cutlery and her toaster and her dish soap.

I doubt she would justify pilfering my toilet paper supply with the illogical defence, "It was just easier."

The movers are scheduled to arrive between 2-4 pm today.

I marvel at what I have accumulated during my first five months.