Spring Cleaning

This is one of those comics where I cross my fingers and hope it makes sense. Really, it’s two separate strips mashed together. The first five panels are about a kind of emotional nostalgia that washes over me when I sift through the piles of bills, receipts, and torn open envelopes that tend to pile up in my apartment. I’ll see an old receipt for a stack of books I checked out from the library three months ago and suddenly remember how I felt the day that receipt was printed. Or I’ll see a pay stub from my last contract job and feel a strange homesickness for the days gone by.

The last four panels are me marveling at the mercurial nature of my life. Seriously, one month I’m a Buddhism enthusiast who enjoys playing video games and vegetarian cooking, and six months later I’m a wannabe cartoonist struggling to set aside time for meditation and cooking. One month I’m a super hero comics junkie and six months later I’m a pretentious indie webcomics junkie. At this rate I’ll be a Scientologist with a penchant for mini-golf six months from now. Or not.