Since 2019, I sit down for an evening in mid-December and gather all the most important and impactful songs I began listening to that calendar year. If I had to give a recap of what these year-encapsulating playlists, they would be described as such:

“I have too much shit! When did all this shit get here?” I cry out amidst organizing, sorting, packing, reminiscing, and rediscovering every item I own with the intention of traversing West Philadelphia with aforementioned shit to the home I will soon share with my partner for many years to come.