triple venti 2 pump 1 splenda pumpkin spice latte.

After a night of stuffing my face with fried zucchini and a turkey burger from The Vortex with Ryne, I retired to my apartment in Atlanta for our last night together. Instead of celebrating, I fell asleep as early as possible to get started with this morning much faster. By 3 pm this afternoon, I had moved two-thirds of my apartment, ran out of gas on the side of the highway, and was comfortably nestled in my bed in my old bedroom. It's a weird kind of comfortable feeling... but it's just the first step on a hopefully shorter than anticipated journey. And hopefully that journey ends in New York or somewhere equally as promising.