Personal Archeology
When I decided to move to Portage Park earlier this past Spring, I realized that I had to too much shit to take with me. Sure, there were the big things (a queen-sized bed my mother bought for Jen and I that had become solely mine after we split; the futon couch from IKEA that squatted in my office; the big blue couch I bought as my first bachelor sofa and that Lauren Fisher called my "college make out couch"; dresse…