By Whitney Rothiwell

IlluStration by KriSten Gardner

Truth is you aren’t looking forward to helping your
parents pack up the house. You’ve lived ten years in the
same Studio apartment for a reason. When you Started
at the accounting firm, you moved here to save money
while you paid down your Student debt. Now you could
easily afford a bigger place but can’t see the point. Why
spend the extra money each month when you could save
it? Anyway, there’s barely enough room to bring more
junk in here, so you'll have to talk to the super about
finally using your Storage locker in the basement. Maybe
you could donate your old Stuff to a charity, or better yet,
sell it on ebay — some of those old superhero comics might
be worth something to someone.

Luckily moSt of your Stuff is already neatly organized

in boxes. At age eleven, you ended the carefree days of
youth and packed all your childish things away, setting
up your room like an office cubicle with a bed in it. Your
mom cried but you knew it was for the beSt, you couldn't
let yourself believe in the foolish notions of childhood
anymore. Now, folding up your old dress shirts and
khakis from high school took no time at all; you packed
them into a cardboard box and marked in big capital
letters with a black marker: GARAGE SALE. Beside
it you Stacked boxes labelled TOYS, BOOKS, LEGO
SETS, and OTHER. You can hear your siSter and
mother talking in the next room; the walls in this old