I Came Home To My Boxes Outside Until I Opened The Paperwork

was exactly as I had left it except for the fact that I was different, and the difference was not subtle.

I moved through the rooms slowly, touching familiar surfaces. The kitchen counter. The reading chair. The spot near the balcony door where my suitcase had sat after so many trips.

Every corner held a memory and none of them hurt the way I had expected.continue reading …