the bed.
Then dishes.
Then books.
It took nine days for my place to feel like mine again, and even then, certain drawers made me angry just opening them.
One evening, while unpacking the box marked OFFICE-CORDS/MISC, I found the coffee cup from my desk, wrapped in newspaper. On the side, in faded black print, it said: Do Not Confuse My Kindness With Permission.continue reading …