My moving day started with a friend bringing me coffee and talking bellydance while I tried not to panic about the movers being late. It ended with the guy I just started dating coming over with a bottle of wine and taking me out to dinner. In between, other than the movers, I was on my own.
Once they got to my old place and started carrying everything out, everything collapsed into a blurry montage. (Theme song, "Titanium.") After the movers left and before the new guy came over, I had a few hours to myself. I used up all my remaining adrenaline unpacking a few boxes, then finally paused to lean against my new kitchen counter and drink a glass of water.
I have made a huge mistake.
I shook my head and took a few deep breaths. I looked out the window at the trees in the courtyard. I walked out onto my balcony and thought about drinking coffee there in the morning. But, when I walked back into the unit --
This is a mistake. This will not end well.
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