Eviction!
5 boxes and 2 suitcases, my life whisked into a flurry of needs and need-nots. Marie Kondo would have been proud of me- or would she with my 3 boxes of non-essential clothing? A fashionable escapade is what I’m planning.
5 people and 1 storage cabinet, my skill set comprises heavy lifting. I am also good at real-life tetris; the boxes fit snugly, unaware of their future abandonment. Is this a metaphor for forgotten love? Please don’t catch on fire, I have $15 of insurance!
7 days and 1 central processing unit (my brain). A whirlwind of colliding neurons: TO LEAVE OR TO STAY? LEAVE. FLIGHT SECURED. FLIGHT CHANGED. NEW DIRECT FLIGHT. ON HOLD WITH AIRLINE. FLIGHT CANCELLATION. LOCKDOWN? EVICTION! PACK EVERYTHING. OUT YOU GO GO GO! HOUSE CRASHING. MOVE TO JERSEY. But what about- OPT CPT internships visa issues timezone issues apartment leasing… … and I was looking forward to Spring!
239482 text messages and 1 important question,
Why the fuck are you in Jersey?
