I have almost finished the packing - do you ever really finish packing?
A lot has gone through my head over the past 24 hrs. Every receipt a flashback; every box a memory. Detached so I don't wig out.
Moving is the greatest source of anxiety for me anymore. Considering how rare it is that I do it, relatively speaking, it's probably because I haven't had that much practice at it, again, relatively speaking.
The mirrors echo. The walls yawn and smile and remind me of everything that has passed in and out and through me while here. Now they are letting me go.