I slide the tape over the last box I have to pack and stare at the room filled with cardboard rectangles. I toyed with keeping the condo, but it seemed ludicrous to pay for an apartment I’ll never be in. After our divorce, I’ll find a new place to live.
I’d like to say these walls have stories, that they hold memories I’ll never forget, but other than the comfort and safety this place supplied me, the only memories I have are of me coming home, snuggling on the couch, and watching movies by myself. Making dinner for myself. Cleaning the condo by myself.
Sure, I’ve had a few dates here or there, but my job with the Jacobses is demanding and things change at the last minute all the time. Eventually I just kind of stopped trying to find dates and figured if I meet someone, I meet someone an
