Twenty Days
The sun’s been out and it’s doing that thing where you forget fall’s actually happening. Hot girls in bikinis, nice water, the whole summer feeling just when you thought you’d missed it.
Doesn’t matter though because I’m moving in twenty days—Halloween, which feels scheduled specifically to make this worse. I’ve started counting hours instead of days, that stupid anxiety math. There’s a tension between wanting to slow down and enjoy this and just needing it to be done, between nice weather and the nightmare of logistics.