T -48 Hours
Well in three days, the movers are coming, taking my entire life that’s neatly packed in cardboard boxes, and to another place where two years from now another set of movers are going to do the same.
I’m still trying to find something positive about this place, one memory that will make it stand out besides the really negative things I have to say about it. But positive memories that happened from when I moved in were usually outside of here. Like certain people I met, or the walk to the cloisters after a spring rain.
There was the party sure, but I wasn’t feeling it.
So I’m leaving in hopes that I have some good memories in the new place so when I leave it’ll be slightly sad than nerve wracking. Although when I do leave the new place, I’m hoping that it’ll be because I found a lovely new one.
So I wanted to leave with the last (I hope) oddity.
I walk in tonight, it’s after 3am. There’s a guy sleeping in the vestibule between the outer and the inner door to the building.
When I walk in it woke him up. He asks for the time, I tell him after three.
“Oh shit, you’re kidding me. You sure?”
I pull out my cell phone, it’s 3:21. I show him.
“Oh man, have you ever closed your eyes, and like seconds are like really hours?”
“Yeah, I had that before.” I open the door.
“G’night.” He says and rolls over to fall back asleep.
“Night.” I say as I continue inside.
