Packing is my new hobby

Mother died a month ago tomorrow and I spent February packing her stuff and dealing with pneumonia, now I'm packing again to take off for New York. Sabrina and I are heading there for a bit of ash-scattering and birthday celebrating. Some find it ironic that the hermit is "getting away from it all" by going to spend a week on the most densely populated island in the US. I'm never more alone than when I'm surrounded by absolute strangers. I think I'll buy a ridiculous "hand bag". This is going to kick some serious ass :)