A Moving Experience: 18 Days. Little boxes filled with ticky-tacky

by C.Flisi author’s image

Every morning I wake up with a punch-gut in my stomach. My eyes fly open sometime between 3 and 5 am and don’t close again for almost 20 hours. My jaw is locked, my teeth are clenched, my innards are frozen. Last night was especially bad. I had turned out the light, exhausted, shortly after midnight. At 3 am I was awake, trying to figure out how to sell the car, the kitchen…