My Life as a Box

It is done. With the exception of my clothes and my office gear, my entire life is packed into a 400 cubic-foot wooden crate behind my apartment building.

Finally the feeling of going is starting to set in. And the feeling of how the hell I’m going to fit what’s left into Charlie, my Toyota Corolla.

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