A non-comprehensive list of things that made me cry the week I moved and quit smoking at the same time
In 2001, I quit smoking. Because I could never predict what would make me cry, I watched the final ten minutes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s season five finale, “The Gift” every morning. Watching Buffy sacrifice herself to close an interdimensional portal reliably reduced me to a soggy, snotty mess. This prophylactic breakdown gave me the confidence to go about my day without fear of sudden tearful spasms. I had no game plan when I quit smoking last week, while moving.
A non-comprehensive list of things that made me cry the week I moved and quit smoking at the same time:
· Leaving eight cans of La Croix behind.
· Deciding how many lighters a non-smoker keeps around (two).
· Our country protects us by imprisoning children.
· Packing up three deodorants (I bought in bulk, because I thought I was going to be here a while, but no, will I ever be that person again? The one who stays?).
· Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA.” (See above, also, she’s so innocent—she thinks being with her friends will make everything okay).
· Explaining my reaction to “Party in the USA.”
· Not knowing where this bag is.