myMove: Alex and the Boxes
Not nearly enough boxes...
“Boxes. We need more boxes.”
I sat in a pile of spent tape balls, crumpled up newspapers, and neatly wrapped kitchen appliances staring out at the scene with a look of sheer frustration. I had everything I needed to move–everything, that is, except for boxes.
The situation was sticky. My father had given me about fifteen medium cartons he’d used a few weeks earlier to move my grandfather. David brought several boxes home from work, and I turned a couple of old appliance boxes into moving cartons. But our belongings kept multiplying and the boxes kept dwindling.
We were moving from a one-bedroom apartment in Hamilton, NJ to a two-level condominium in Metuchen, NJ. All of our stuff had to go with us. Luckily, we had friends and family who volunteered to help move cartons on the day of the move. Unluckily, we’d run out of cartons long before then.
The day before the move, surrounded by knick knacks and low on self-esteem, was when I realized what a mess I was in. I did what any annoyed 20-something guy might do: I picked up my keys and walked out the door. (next page)
