I'm still here. Just outside the city. My dresses have found their way into cardboard boxes. My shoes are stuffed with newspapers and tucked into one another. The wooden floorboards are covered with all those strange little things that keep our lives moving, but don't belong in the same containers as the kitchen plates or bed linens.
I don't know where my cell phone went. And I'm sick of having to wash my hands to clean off the newspaper ink from my fingertips. Yep, it's safe to say that I've had enough of packing, and I'm nowhere finished. Now if only I could get good at magic tricks, one good disappearing act is all I need!