Movin' Out

The shoebox that I called home at Park Arumik Mansion (apartment building) is no longer mine to call home. Everything (for the most part) has been packed up and shipped home or stuffed into the Bluebird to be shipped or carried home at a later date. The cicadas are out in full force, loud as ever, as when I first arrived and I am left to sit back and figure out where the time went and regroup once again.