Boxing Up A Sublet
There's a garbage bag full of folded schedules and old receipts and ticket stubs. Stacks of books and split cardboard and shoeboxes filled with albums. Empty hangers. Tossed drawers. Excavated space that's lain undisturbed for four months. A pile of clothes for the red neon art deco Salvation Army a block away - the 1950's concrete up high and martial, the faded bronze crest over the door etched underneath the seal: "Blood and Iron." I have twenty-four hours.
I've lived in one house, one apartment, and seven different dorm rooms in the last four years. Packing up and moving out of a lived-in place gets faster with practice, but it doesn't get any easier.