Sometimes things don't go the way you plan, no, actually things will never go the way you want. Adjusting to the situation is difficult. I pulled the last boxes from the moving truck. Briefly thanking the movers. I hauled the two boxes up the stairs to the apartment door. They have elevator maintenance going on right now. But excersice supposedly gives you endorphin so I guess I don't mind (I desperately need this). Once inside I flopped on the ground. How exhausting. It was barely noon, but I had been up before sunrise.
I took a look around. It felt quiet, empty. Lonely.
I brushed the thoughts out of my head. Sat up, opening the boxes. I don't own very much now that I think about it. Just three boxes filled with clothes and books, random items I wanted to keep. In the living room I set the bookshelf. Organizing alphabetically. The couch was set in the middle of the living room with a lovely black nightstand lamp. It was pretty empty. With only the necessary furniture and limited equipment. A bathroom and bedroom down the hall, then kitchen and living area out front by the door. Maybe it wasn't a lot of space. But for one person it felt vast. Before I could unbox another item. I felt a vibration in my front pocket. I inhaled sharply and answered swiftly.
"Hello" my nerves began to buzz.
"I heard you've begun to settle in. I will be sending a monthly allowance. I don't care what you do with it. You've been enrolled to the nearest high school, I will be forwarding the rest of the enrollment information. I will check in every now and then. However refrain from contacting me. Lastly, don't make any trouble for me" the man spoke in a monotone business attitude. Before I could open my mouth and reply the line dropped.
He hung up.
The conversation sent me in a mist. My heart ached. Isn't this a little unfair and cruel? What exactly did I do to deserve this? To be tossed aside like this. Why couldn't he love me? Why do we have to be this way? Despair overwhelmed me. What am I even supposed to do now?
Few tears fell. I clutched my eyes closed pulling away at the water with the palms of my hands. After minutes in the dead silence I composed. I don't want to think about it. Lets keep unboxing. The utensils, furniture, and anything else that needed to be ripped from plastic and given its place. They all fit in their right spots. Unsurprisingly this finished briskly. The movers did most of the work hauling things where I pleased. Officially settling in I sat on the new comfy couch. It's a nice feeling you get finishing something; a moment of productions peace. That I subconsciously took advantage of slumping my legs over on the cool fabric.
I thought I would just rest my eyes.