No Longer Homeless

Most people move in an orderly fashion: They pack their things (more or less neatly) into a truck, drive to a predetermined destination and unpack. That’s how normal people do it. I am not normal. Instead, I pack everything into a truck, drive it to the general area, unload it all into a car portContinue reading “No Longer Homeless”

Packing the Past

Ever since I moved away from home, I’ve lugged around a few boxes that I refused to open. Within were literal pages from my past — old notebooks, sketches, school assignments from my youth. For years, I didn’t want to confront them. Not because I was embarrassed by them, but because digging through your pastContinue reading “Packing the Past”

The Beast With a Billion Boxes

Moving is a lot like going to therapy. Packing your belongings requires you to go though not just your physical stuff, but your psychological stuff, too. You have to sort through the things you’ve accumulated over the years — the memories and knick-knacks alike. I’ve only been packing for a few days, but already I’veContinue reading “The Beast With a Billion Boxes”