I was in the kitchen listening to the Gorldfrapp station on Pandora as I chopped vegetables for dinner when the song “Voicething” came on. It flowed perfectly with the warm breeze that slipped through the curtains and in this moment, like no other time since I quit 3 days ago, I craved a cigarette. I remembered that I had a few hidden around the apartment. This is a habit I started a few years ago when I lived with a fellow smoker. Nothing is more infuriating than waking up with a craving only to find out that your roommate had bummed your last one, but there’s nothing more satisfying than going to your secret hiding spot and pulling one out… However, if I want to be serious about this I knew that I had to go around the apartment, raid all the hiding spots, and throw out the cigarettes.
