Philip is running a mile a minute lately.
we spent 45 minutes loading up his dad's truck
and philip hauled it off to their magical garage to store it,
our first truckload of belongings gone.
the apartment finally feels empty.
there's still plenty in it.
we still need to box the kitchen
all the artwork
and the bedroom,
but it feels disheveled in the good way.
tomorrow is my last shift at work.
monday, tues, wednesday i pack
thursday we leave.