I placed the last box on the cement floor, stood, and
sighed. Jeff put his hand on my shoulder.
“I know man,” he said. “It’s hard to see that the
vibrance of your life can be packed into a few boxes and stacked in a storage
closet.”
I bowed my head, “Yeah.”
I stood there while Jeff pulled the door down and secured
the lock. He matched my dragging pace as we navigated the maze of storage
spaces back to the front desk.
The money I handed the attendant to pay my first month’s
rent weighed heavy in my hand.
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