Packed

by RebShang

In the last three days, I have packed up my literature classroom, my marketing office, and moved my worldly goods to a new flat. The next three days are packed with plans to spend quality time with quality people before I never see some of them again. Not morbid, just life. Then in the wee hours of the third, I will board a long, long flight to spend a luscious summer with my family.

In the wee hours of this morning, as I stared into the darkness, the bare-bones void of my current room, my mind wandered into color. One stop over on the green line, in a maroon box, within the folds of a crimson book – there lies, with an embellished golden stamp, a navy blue passport. My navy blue passport.

I think there is such a thing as too much packing.

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