Stressed out...trying to get things done one at a time...waiting for the stress to pass...

So, so crazy in my head at the moment. I know I've got a lot coming at me, and I can't do much about it...I can't do much to move everything along, either. I think I have all of my visa information in and ready to be processed.

The moving company finally got back to me yesterday with a monster of a quote, which mean I won't be shipping all of my stuff like I originally hoped. I will instead be getting rid of everything I own, somehow. And that is infinitely stressful to me- you just don't even know. J & A are in town for the weekend, so I've already packed a bag for them to take back to the MN for me. I'm contemplating another 2-3 bags. I just need to get my act together and sort some of my stuff out and decide what will get binned, donated or brought along with me. Then, I need to find random things in Singapore on my arrival to refurnish and make my life comfortable. This is a whole new scenario of "...leaving NY, never easy..."

I wish I could associate my time in NY with another song, but that one is it.


I was listening to the 'ol iPod yesterday and I remembered how my friend M. used to be able to connect almost any song that came up on the radio with some experience in her life. I don't know if it had to do with her listening to the same radio station consistently (...thus, hearing the same songs over and over again), or if music was that powerful for her.

Here are some of my monumental songs of all time...that is, songs that automatically take me back somewhere...

Griffin House: Waste Another Day
This song sums up a couple of train trips I took between southern Germany to Frankfurt. I was 22, everything was new and an adventure waiting to happen. I sat at the window, looking out into a mountainous forest- completely picturesque and the epitome of southern German landscape. 'Waste another day, waste another day with me, my love...' That time in my life was about wasting a day, and looking back it wasn't a waste at all. As I move around all of my stuff, I keep flipping through photos of this period and I wish I could experience it over and over again.

Ok. I'll work on the list. One isn't exactly a list. But, it is the start of a list!