Right Now, there are kind strangers walking through my apartment talking about moving in.

Today other kind strangers bought my orange chairs.

It feels like everyone is taking a small part of me away, even though, I am giving it away.

I am giving it away because it just makes sense.

I could move to Europe and it could totally bomb. I don’t have a job yet. I have one friend moving there, one friend living there, and one acquaintance I kissed a few times who lives there, too.

Hmmmm.. Kissing is better than moving, but they are both commitments and they are both messy endeavors, really.

But I still think kissing in Europe is better than selling all of my stuff in America.

Cats.