![]() ![]() He figures it was just a truck passing by, shrugs, and trudges off in the direction of the bedroom, desperately trying to remember in which box he put his underwear. “This is kind of lonely.”Ī rattling window catches Ryan’s attention, but when he looks over, there’s nothing there. “Oh,” he says, because the silence is starting to get to him, and he needs to hear something, even if it’s just the sound of his own voice. They wish him a good first night in his first apartment, and then they’re out the door and it’s just Ryan, all alone, in the middle of his new apartment, which suddenly feels gigantic. The less fun part happens when there’s nothing left to carry upstairs, and the furniture has been assembled, and the most important boxes have been unpacked, and all of his friends leave. All of his friends help him, carrying boxes and furniture up the narrow staircase of the building, laughing and making jokes, usually at Ryan’s expense. And aside from that, it’s kind of fun, too. New city, new street, new building, new furniture. ![]() ![]() There’s something awfully therapeutic about leaving your old way of life behind and being able to start all over again. Most people hate moving, but Ryan finds he actually kind of really likes it. ![]()
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