Dropping the empty box on the floor, I glance around my office. Trying to fit 30 years of junk and priceless treasures into boxes appear to be an impossible task so far, not to mention separating the tangle mess of wires behind the desktop, yuck.
The place I thought I would call my forever home is no more. In a few weeks, new people will come and make this their new nest while I will be cruising down the highway in my truck with a trailer in tow.
Now, that’s a life I shall look forward to. Nomadic and free.