We have filled only three boxes and our apartment is already a sterile place, echoing like a vast cave. My family never moved from our house when I was growing up, so I have learned to heap my memories, in large piles, like leaves, in the places where I live. Although this is a creaky one room apartment, to me it is our first Home as newlyweds and I will miss it. I enjoy transitions as much as I enjoy vomiting, and packing up for a move is inducing a warm mouth. Unpacking boxes onto familiar shelves is a rewarding feeling and often makes everything feel new again, but it is that awful time between the Old and New that my stomach creeks.
Eleven days until The Dawn. Being thrust upon the lives of obdurate teens is a coming of age ceremony in some cultures, like killing your first lion or walking on hot coals.
Our stack of Canadian Tire money was deceptively large. To think that years of hoarding this currency only amounted to $2.50 in savings is disappointing to say the least, not as disappointing as the life of... say...Dustin Diamond, but still disappointing.
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