I just got into the apartment. The miscellaneous things I have accumulated over the years are laying in the living room. My things look like they're scared. Huddled in the corner, unsure of their new surroundings. They look out of place. I don't think my toilet paper, guitar, shoes, or clock have been in such close proximity before. I want to tell them I'm just as scared as they are but that it will soon all be okay.
The walls that now encompass me are waiting for their new life to begin just as much as I am. As barren as the space around me is it will soon be filled with beautiful, bright things... just like this new part of my life. We both know, my apartment and me, that these things take time. Worthwhile things take time. We are both willing to wait.
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