Living Out of Boxes
What the heck, I couldn't resist.
This is what life will be like for a week or two, until I move out of my 300 sq. ft. grad school dorm shoebox (often described as the "nicest shoebox though") into my new 900-1000 sq. ft. apartment in the lower floor of a house on a street lined with some kind of trees in a certain neighborhood. And then I leave town before I really get to enjoy it.
But it will nice to move up the food chain of boxes. I'm the one in the box, vaguely.
Not to be confused with the guys in these boxes.
Yes, if you turn the handle and sing "all around the mulberry bush" I jump up at you.