My new neighbor yells at and berates his movers, and vacuums at 6:30 a.m. I think I will not be trying very hard to make friends in my remaining weeks in this apartment.

Moving out of places, any place, is exciting because it feels like I'm going on a trip somewhere amazing. Even if it's actually just old Madison. I keep stopping other things I am doing to put my books in boxes and pull nails out of the wall and fret about how much my little car can hold.

Going back to work after a long vacation is odd and sort of awkward. I always want to feel guilty about using my vacation time.