(Cough, cough. You can catch up on any others you've missed here. AHEM).
The sun-filled apartment smells of cardboard boxes as I watch the movers haul out Jeff and his wife's packed goods.
"Moving is a pain in the ass. " Jeff says to himself as he seals the top of a large box with tape. The loud screech of tape coming off the roll mixes with footsteps of the movers, the nervous pacing of paws from his pets, and the sound of cars passing on the busy street in front.
"It feels like you just did it." I say while chipping at my fingernails. It's what I do when I'm nervous and don't want to face the reality of something.