i hate transitions.

scott and i are moving.

the bed i used to sleep on is in an unoccupied apartment. our unoccupied apartment. i bet it's lonely. i miss it. the cot i now sleep on is narrow and low to the ground. it feels like i'm camping. only, i'm not camping outside in the damp wildness beneath the open sky. i'm camping in a small, cold space with lots of "things" (in boxes as well as scattered about) surrounding me. it was very* uncomfortable to sleep on last night. hopefully tonight will be different.

* i hope that the two writing classes i'm taking next semester won't prohibit the use of the word "very."