This time one week from now I will be in my new town, in my new place, utterly exhausted from driving and unpacking the rental truck. The very yellow rental truck.
I already have a deadline for a piece of writing, and the deadline is very soon. I am rather apprehensive about it actually. I thought that I would have more time to contemplate what I wanted to write...I don't actually write nonfiction...But apparently my time has come.
I am slightly worried. As in, freaking out.
The house looks strange with all my pictures off the walls, the mounds of boxes tucked into corners, and a half arranged furniture design that screams "garage sale refugee."
I have work tomorrow. I am ready for the summer to be over.
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