When I tell people that moving out of the little Tokyo apartment was “A big ordeal” and that it was “a lot to deal with physically and emotionally”—some people don’t get what I mean. It’s just that moving nearly 15 years of life and death was a lot to deal with. So many clothes, records, cables, tchotchkes, and memories either packed up, brought along, or thrown out. Moving was something I thought about a lot—even when Eddie was here—and I dreaded it. But it’s been done. I received many blessings and now I’m in a beautiful place.

Grateful for “free” air conditioning and directv, Schlage encode, alex, heroin, my job, interviewees, low fills, long naps, groce out, big tv, technology, hulken, million dollar views, everything and everyone I have.

2:06 am.

Slowly settling into the new apartment. Unpacking. Meeting neighbors and building staff. Chillin’ poolside. I think people like me. Even the Koreans.

this was a long week. I ate mostly leftovers.

grateful for quiet upstairs, heated pool, lamb shank, clean sheets, room & board, bonus, my mom, cute milk, all the people.

2:20 am.

We finally finished moving all the stuff and all the boxes. It was a long ordeal. Our bodies are wrecked.

I unpacked clothes and tried to organize my closet tonight. Time flew and I accomplished very little.

grateful for all the love, all the boxes, honest talks, noonchi, alkaline water, chicken salad, prayers, mupirocin, enemies, naps.

5:00 am.

I’M STILL NOT DONE MOVING. LAST SUNDAY, MY BEST FRIENDS SHOWED UP AGAIN TO HELP PACK, CLEAN, AND LIFT HEAVY THINGS. I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW LUCKY I AM. They were dirty, exhausted, and sneezing and sniffling from all the dust. I hope they never get mad at me.

through all the dirty work, I developed a nasty infection in my fingernail. It was pretty painful at first but now it’s inconvenient. A gaping wound. Hard to type, gotta keep it covered and dry, and supposed to take antibiotics.

Through all the immune reactivity, I also developed a sore throat and cough. Moving is hard on this old body.

i need sleep, more time off work, and a sm00thie from the outlet mall food court. I can get everything I need.

grateful for the 11:11 light, the prince of Chinatown, Philips hue, vegan pizza, the woman who prayed for me, charlotte’s wagon, my best friends (including the dolly), Anjelah johnson, hoa rules, directv, fast internet, a million unpacked boxes, my job, my health, my finger.

1:30 am.

I’m in my new apartment and it’s superb. Spacious, serene, and unfamiliar. I have dozens of boxes to unpack, but first I have to pack them and then transport them here. My old apartment is a royal mess and half of my things are still laying around on the floor in piles of dust.

i confirmed that I have too many things. Too many cool things so hard to let go. I was overwhelmed.

I also confirmed that my best friends are truly the best. Last Sunday, Six of them showed up with mops, brooms, vacuums, spray cleaners, wine, tequila, nuts, and muscle—they packed and cleaned and made me laugh. They got sweaty and the amount of work accomplished was astonishing. momo said it’s because we love Jenny. And I secretly cried my eyeballz out because love is not lost. What have I done.

i’m up late because my nose wouldn’t stop bleeding. But I think it just did.

grateful for Daniel, cj, bea, Nate, lentil, momo, taz, shujana, east wind, boba, cheap wine, prime pizza, prime moving, prime parking, sore muscles, lawyers, seven grand, late nights, hoss, my limbs, my vision, all the love.

3:30 am.

happy lunar new year. Another new beginning and wishes for lucky things. Lots of change, light, love, and energy.

i’ll write more when I’m not so sleepy.

grateful for 880, year of the horse, truckloads, bouquets and kaviar, my coworkers, big boxes, boreal, diamonds, time.

1:40 am.