Packing Up

Sophia

When we arrived at my apartment, stacks of boxes leaned against the wall outside my door, along with rolls of bubble tape and other packing materials. A few of the stacks blocked the hallway. My neighbors wouldn’t appreciate that when they got home. Good thing I was leaving.

“This seems like a lot of boxes,” I said.

“I wanted to be sure we had enough to pack everything,” Luke said, grabbing my keys and opening my door.

I knew I was going back to the palace with Luke, but going through the process was much different than I expected. This was the first place that I’d lived without roommates. In a way, it was my bachelorette pad, and here I was, just letting her go in a day.

Everything moved too quickly for me, and I wasn’t sure how to slow it down.

I went inside and dropped my purse onto the table, as I always did. Glancing around the room, I asked, “What about the bigger furniture?”

“Whatever you don’t want to bring to the palace will go into storage for now. Unless you want to