Our lease is up, and we have nowhere to go
The only downside is that our lease is nearly up, and we have nowhere to go. We looked at apartments that were too small, too expensive, or too far away. Now we have only a week left to find a new place. My parents have graciously offered their basement in a pinch, but we need our own space and our own things.
Today, I’m packing, organizing pieces of our lives into boxes, still unsure where they will be unpacked. I sip my second coffee as I cycle through the stages of grief like a spinning wheel of a fortune arcade game. I start on the kitchen cabinets. I take out the blender and deliberate on whether I should pack the attachments I never use.
I smile, remembering a smoothie I made a few weeks ago, on Chol Hamoed Succos. My two-year-old stood at the edge of the kitchen, watching as I pulled bags of frozen fruit from the freezer.
“The blender is not scary,” she informed me seriously.
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