THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE

It's a weird thing when you move into a new place. You wake up in your own bed, but you are not quite sure where you are. You sit up and you think to yourself, this place does not feel like me, it does not look like me, it does not smell like me. Not yet anyway. All I want to do is nest and unpack and rub my body all over the doors and appliances like a cat marking territory. But no. Instead I must go to my old apartment and clean it out and say goodbye.