May Contain Blueberries

the sometimes journal of Jeremy Beker

I looked out the window this morning towards our neighbors (the ones with the little hellions mentioned in previous entries) and my heart nearly lept out of my chest.

What was that in the driveway? A truck? An empty truck.

What are they doing? They are putting things in the truck!

The neighbors are moving.

I am sure I am loosing karma by rejoicing, but I don’t care.