It's easy enough to distract myself about the fact that I'm moving when I'm with K. She's sort of the perfect neutral party, and I've felt like I've been on vacation since she's been visiting. Plus, S isn't here, so I've been able to get a lot done, while ignoring the weightiness of the actual deeds.
K's out this afternoon, and I'm forcing myself to pack all my clothes except for what will fit in my suitcases.
My dresser is half-empty; my closet is mostly empty; my walls are bare; nothing of mine is in the living room, kitchen, and almost the bathroom.
I'm starting to freak out a little.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
1 year ago
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