Well, here I am.

There's something so strange when you've nearly emptied your apartment. Most of my possessions are in the U-Haul parked across the street, and I'm sitting alone in this comparatively huge apartment in a little Maine town.

Exhausted. Thank God for friends. I hate moving myself more than I hate helping others move. I'll be moving into the apartment in Queens tomorrow, a neat little studio that I'm sure is overpriced and undersized, but at least it's mine.

What a way to ring in a new year.