Sitting in my parent's living room are six large rolling bags bulging with what seems to be an endless wardrobe, as well as two huge red and white boxes that once housed air compressors and are now filled with every miscellaneous item I could conceivably need. A growing cloud of anxiety seems to be looming over it, too. I am tired of packing! and being witness to all of my lifely posessions.
Sunday, July 1, noon o'clock. Let's get on with it...
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the anxiety of anticipation, i guess sometimes they come to the same thing...and then there is sweet relief.
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