I was fixing a cup of coffee a few weeks ago, when I mentioned to a colleague that I was moving.
“Again?” she asked. “It seems like you just did.”
I reminded her that that was in December. Now it was nearing summer and the lease was be expiring. I was moving across town to an apartment I would sublet until August.
“And what’re you going to do at the end of the summer?” she probed. I replied with a shrug.