Hello everyone. I can’t assume that every single post I’ve written you’ve read, so I must reiterate that I am fairly young. Early to mid-twenties over here. So, really, I’m late to the party—but, here’s the update: I’m moving in with my girlfriend. Continue reading
Wednesday recalls moving in and remembers the moment she wanted to move out. She sees them both as the last of the boxes leave the room. All over the world Wednesday’s gone, seen, and done so much. But, still, each house, no matter how small a time spent there, was a memory, and nothing closes a memory like the last item out of the room.
“I’ll miss it here,” she says and knows she is lying and telling the truth all at the same time. Continue reading