I skipped yoga this morning to get my life together: do laundry, pack, and clean out my space for our summer sublet (a cute cornell junior interning in the city). It feels like I'm moving out-esentially I am. I've lived here for 2 & 1/2 years- longer than anywhere else since I was 17. Fairly short by conventional standards, but in 2007 I moved 7 times. I was a packing pro. Now I'm out of practice.