The Cure for Mover’s Remorse
It took only 15 seconds, but I did something today I’ve been dreaming about for a decade: I resigned a lease.
Ever since I moved out of Crumley Hall in 2000, I’ve been schlepping all of my worldly possessions (see above) from dorm room to apartment to dorm room (yes, again) to apartment. I looked to every new home with hope— this would be the one where I would grow old, or, at least a little bit older.
- A) I’m a rolling stone, baby.
- B) My bags are packed by the time my lease is up.
- C) I like a change of scenery every few years.
- D) They’ll have to carry me out of my house in a box.
— Ashley
