...in which I discover estate sales and realize I don't want strangers pawing over my stuff when I'm dead.
...in which my mother puts a couch in the kitchen and imagines a 'so nice' future.
...in which I find multiple staplers and discover my neighbor's a drug dealer.
...in which I reflect on the small changes to my daily routine, including my switch from credit to cash.
...in which I accept the Freezer Challenge and eat things I should have thrown out.
...in which I grieve the loss of a friend whom I should have spent more time with.
...in which I blame my Japanese heritage for linking shopping with travel.