The Emily Blog

Mentally, I’m totally preparing to leave. Even if there aren’t boxes hanging around yet, I’m already making lists in my head, sorting through stuff to keep, stuff to toss, stuff to go to Goodwill. It’s certainly affected our eating habits – now that I’m hell-bent on using up all the food in the apartment in the next four months (it sounds easy until you consider how much we buy in bulk at Sams Club), I’m finding all sorts of weird food combinations, and eating and drinking stuff I usually don’t get around to eating and drinking. The other night I made Lasagna Surprise Roll-ups, which turned out, surprisingly, quite nice. The sketchy mint ice cream we never finished was attacked with gusto after dinner yesterday. Again, it was pretty good. We’re drinking beer we discovered in the back of the closet (and – oops – supplementing it with more beer from 7-11). I feel like wherever we live next, I’ll be smarter about actually cooking and eating the things we buy. But I’m sure we’ll end up with more weird shit in the back of the pantry. That’s just how it goes.