Packing
Five years is a long time to live somewhere. Esp for a pack-rat such as myself. Things forgotten and then remembered in living color abound and then are thrown away.
This place is emptying out. Quickly.
People ask the question of being excited for the move. Too overwhelmed at the moment packing. And then the cleaning will begin. The drive. The flight. The drive. The flight. The flight. The flight. The flight. The flight. With more packing, cleaning, and unpacking and repacking between them. This is my summer. With a few other distractions thrown in.
The only things not packed are my computer, tv, and some recording equiptment. First thing in, last thing out.
Going anywhere for supplies or to read or to work is a form of packing. Packing memories one last time. I left for twenty minutes today to buy a lock for the trailer that is coming. Ran into two former students and a co-worker. That won’t happen again. Not here.
My classroom is already empty.
Soon my apt will look the same, but with fewer holes in the walls. I think.
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