soliloqueer

I’ve moved a few times in the last five years, and that same feeling of loss always comes as I take one final look around before I step out the door.

I remember that funny thing that happened over there by the window, or that time some other thing happened in the kitchen. Good memories, bad memories, it doesn’t really matter. In that moment, it’s all loss.

I moved myself out of my first apartment in North Carolina this morning and moved into the very first place I’ve ever lived by myself this afternoon.

The good thing is that my new apartment is basically across the street from my old one, so the move itself only took about two hours. The bad thing is that, even though the move was logistically uncomplicated, I’ve still managed to end up with about a hundred boxes that need to be unpacked.

Howie is coming over later to help me get settled in.

Like I said, this is the first place I’ve ever lived by myself and I’m starting to realize just how much stuff has always been done by someone else.

For instance, I don’t have plates, or pots and pans, or even hangers for my closet. That kind of stuff has always just been there.

Also, is it wrong that I put a higher priority on getting the Internet connected than buying a bed? The World of Warcraft geek inside me who wants to run Zul’Aman tonight says no, but my lower back is starting to have doubts.

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