Jeez, next time I decide to move, someone remind me to give away all my earthly possessions first. Every book, every box of crackers, every loose penny, you’ve got to interact with every single thing in your residence, whether it be to carefully pack it away or to hurl it into a dumpster screaming “Fuck you, dinner plate!”
Then you’ve got to get everything into boxes or bags, get all those boxes or bags into a vehicle, and then get them from the vehicle into a new space. It’s like Tetris, but with back pain.
I got a little mopey locking up my new place, looking at all the keys that I’d be getting rid of for my old apartment. Then I heard a seagull caw, and my grin lasted all the way to the freeway.
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