Coffee and Paint Fumes
Last time I moved it was from a “we” apartment to a “me” apartment. I spent the first night alone in my apartment as a newly single girl with red wine and Oreos. It was fantastic. It was the first moment of pride I had felt in a long time.
I expected something similar this time around, but that’s not how it happened even though I was prepared with red wine and a fresh bag of Oreos. It felt too forced, too orchestrated. It lost the magic.
Fine. I drank down my glass of wine and went back to getting settled in my new place.
