boxes
"You're moving again?" my colleague asked. "You move every 18 months!"
Try three times in the last 18 months once we move into that 2BR that we can't afford. I didn't correct him. However, embarrassed, I felt I had to explain. "I moved in with someone and it didn't work out. And then my son and I moved into an apartment that was too small and we're driving each other crazy." I looked up hopefully, realizing how unstable I must appear to the world. Or how unstable I am, actually. "The good news is that I've gotten rid of a lot of stuff."
He nodded sympathetically and moved on, offering me some boxes.
Life goes on.