Boxes
are scattered, labeled his and hers.
Some are big and some are small. Newspapers are destroyed and crinkled
between fragile items. She blows
back her hair as she glances around.
It feels like it’s been hours and it all looks the same. Hours are counting down and the
pressure turns on. Only 48 hours
to go before she can leave this place for good. As her eyes scan the room, she smiles at the misery. While this place looks like hell now,
heaven awaits only hours away.
There will be no ants, no mold, and a refrigerator that works
properly. There will be a porch to
read silently on warm summer nights and an island in the kitchen to prepared meals
and desserts. This place she
stands in, surrounded by boxes, holds rarely any great, outstanding memories. While they considered it home for almost five months, it only came with complaints and disappointments. In a few short hours, a place she could
only dream about will be here to rent. Their own sanctuary for an entire
year. The bills, however, are more
expensive and she has been stressed, but when her feet walk through the doorway
each day she knows it’ll all be worth it.
Goodbye
sad town and goodbye neighbors she never wanted to know. Farewell old apartment she will never
miss.
Hello
new apartment in a town with historic importance. She says, hello to happy
neighbors that she cannot wait to know.
