Today, my upstairs neighbors moved out. I did not feel as frightened as I usually do whenever someone moves out or in the building. I think this is because lately I have been doing a lot of yoga. I try to do it every morning and sometimes at night.

The people upstairs started their move around 9:30AM. When they started their move I felt like a prisoner trapped in my own apartment. The reason I felt this way is because almost every time someone moves in or out I have to open my door to facilitate there moving in or out furniture. And I am not the type of person who comfortably leaves my house with the door unopened.

The only reason I finally left out at 2:30PM is because the two children downstairs asked if it was OK to close their doors. Once they got the go ahead to close the doors they told me it was OK to close mine as well. I felt as though I had just received a pardon from the warden. This move has to have been the longest that I can ever recall.

When I came back home from the movies around 7:45PM I did not see the moving van outside so I assumed that they were all moved out. This assumption was all wrong because at 8:26PM they returned! Good Gracious!! How many things did those two own?

I guess I’ll have to wait to see who moves in next. I hope they do not have a lot of big pieces of furniture.

By the way the movie I saw was Mission Impossible III. It was brilliant. I was on the edge of my seat during the entire film Despite being a kook, Tom Cruise, has a good feel for movies. Seymour Hoffman was brilliant as usual.