Hi, my name is Kyle and my life is pretty great.
Janelle Monáe and Kimbra
Seriously the best, and I can’t handle Janelle’s crop top!
I like to put my laptop on my boyfriend’s laptop so they can cuddle. Until I remember that just like us, they tend to overheat and need some space to air out back sweat.
Oh, the joys of packing. I found a photo album from 2006, complete with faux hawks and pizza face.
I was a strange teenager.
These are the last two nights Roger and I will be cuddling up in the apartment we’ve shared for the past two and a half years. On Sunday, we move to Logan Square with our boyfriend, Ryan.
It’s a strange mix of feelings, which may as well be the title of my auto-biography. I wouldn’t say I’m mourning my single life, because truthfully, I couldn’t be happier about where I stand these days. But there’s a certain, inescapable nostalgia in sorting my belongings into “keeps” and “discards.”
Keep: Ryan. It seems trite and co-dependent to say that I couldn’t have accomplished so much in the past year without him, but it’s the truth. There’s no way I could’ve made a ten-foot piñata in three weeks without his help. Those late nights put my work in front of some of the creative minds I admire most, and led to a job at an incredible studio. Ryan has been much more than a pro piñata assistant and cuddle aficionado, but let’s keep this to the bullet points: I wouldn’t have become so self-assured, or eaten so much Jeni’s Ice Cream without him.
Discard: All of these graphic tees. Seriously, when have I ever just worn a t-shirt – and how did I amass so many?
Keep: Plans. Stop canceling. 30 Rock will still be there on Netflix. Since most of the great people in my life live in Logan Square, seeing them will be a helluva lot easier.
Discard: The Minnesota-bred tendency to over-nice, which is to say avoiding real talk in favor of being polite.
Keep: The drive I entered this apartment with, fresh out of college and determined to make good work.
Discard: The destructive competitiveness that came with it.
Keep: Roger, obviously.
Discovering the ability to play Pokémon on my iPhone was a very bad thing indeed.
I may not have been productive, but I have beaten two gym leaders.
Never grow up.