6-27-31

Boxes

F is coming around.

Well, a little.

She’s not holed up in her room anymore.

That’s nice.

But she’s still not talking to me.

Not sure I can expect anything more from a teenager.

Almost everything is in boxes already.

Not the furniture or anything.

They’re sending movers for all that.

Which is good.

I’m too old to be moving shit like that.

It’s crazy, though.

We live in a pretty small house.

And somehow we’ve got boxes stacked from floor to ceiling.

How’d we collect so much crap?