I have moved four times in the last eight years. The last one I describe in this prose poem. It was the most difficult and stressful, complicated by my health challenges and the abruptness of the situation. If we didn’t have the resources or the friends, we very likely would have been homeless. As we wait for the moving van to arrive at our new location, I wonder how long our luck will last and hope we can stay long enough to memorize the address.
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