I taped the last box and looked around the empty room. "We're moving to a place near the park," I said. It finally felt real.
The movers set the couch right in the doorway. "Where should we put the bookshelf?" I asked. She pointed to the wall by the window.
He hoisted a box marked with a red X. "Be careful with that one, it's fragile," I warned. He slowed down and set it gently.
We stared at the mountain of boxes and sighed. "Okay, let's just get this over with," I said. We put on music and powered through.
The rooms were slowly starting to look like home. "We're almost done unpacking the kitchen," I said. One more box and we could finally rest.