Partially packed boxes bursting at the seams clutter the hardwood floors like oversized Legos in a child’s room. Every poster, picture, and dry erase board has been taken down exposing the eerily tall, asylum-like white walls.
I quickly remember why moving sucks.
All that remains constructed is my bed frame and desk. It’s chaotic but simple and I feel a small sense of relief knowing I’m ahead of the game with my official move-out date a couple days away.
But there is a different feeling underlying my sense of accomplishment…[Click Here to Enjoy more of this Journey]