My birthday twin came by today and helped me take the first load of stuff over to the new apartment — the one piece of furniture I own (a small arm chair from the Big Blue and Yellow Box), four boxes, and a bag of shoes. It hardly felt like anything at all, and looked rather forlorn in the middle of the living room.

When I got home, it dawned on me — I’ll probably only need to make one more run (two in the Yaris) to get all of my stuff over there, because all of my stuff is next to nothing.