A Short Story By Rafael Solece
I glanced out the window and then back down at my watch for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. It was going on one O’clock in the afternoon. The moving men were an hour and a half late and I was growing more and more impatient by the minute. I was going to give them another fifteen minutes before I called the moving company to find out what was going on. And even though I despised using profanity, if they didn’t have a good explanation as to why their movers had not arrived here at my apartment, or why they hadn’t called to tell me that they were going to be late, then I was going to let someone have a piece of my mind. Who so ever happened to be on the end of my wrath, I didn’t particularly care.
This is exactly why I hated moving. It was the worst thing in the world to me next to my allergies and cats. And it was precisely the reason I had passed up three high paying jobs in the last four years. All of which were out of the state or out of the country, and they each would have required me to do precisely what I was doing now; rearranging my entire life. It meant, finding a new home, packing up all my things, leaving all my friends and associates. Only to have to relocate to a new city, integrate new people into my life, and get use to a whole new dating pool which was absolutely the last thing that I wanted to do.
I liked my life here in Detroit: my friends, my home, and the men. I was comfortable here. Well at least I had been comfortable here until the powers at be on my good paying job told me that they were eliminating my position within the company, ultimately leaving me without a job. Which is the reason why I am moving in the first place? My job was seriously the only thing that was anchoring me here. They paid me well enough not to have to move and honestly I liked what I was doing.
Of course that’s all over with. I thought to myself as I snatched the dust pan off the box next to me and gathered the trash I had been sweeping into it. I crossed to the middle of the living room and dumped the rubble into the black trash bag in the middle of the floor. I was tired and hungry. I hadn’t eaten breakfast and I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. I had stayed awake until early this morning trying to finish packing so that by the time the movers got here everything would be readily accessible to them, and all they would have to do was pick my things up and load them into the truck.
