I make myself finish combing through all of my worldly possessions for what I hope will be the last time. I take a look around: To streamline this process, I've sold, donated, and recycled everything I can bear to part with. My bookshelf is still mostly intact—the idea of dismantling my one spot of joy here when the move might fall through again is too depressing—but practically everything else in my room is all packed up. It has been for weeks. Months. Maybe this time we can finally go somewhere safe. Maybe I'll go through each box again tomorrow.
Courtney Mejía-Murphy is an artist and storyteller in various forms. somewherewithstories.itch.io Twitter: @astorysomewhere