Last on our minds as we gathered our things, was clearing out the basement. The last week we were there, fire crews were dispatched on two separate occasions to revive overdose victims on the sidewalk a street over. I remember realizing one day while working in the backyard that I had never seen a honeybee here, but flies and wasps were plentiful. At night, rats the size of small cats scavenged the refuse. Piles of trash accumulated in the gutters and on street corners. We came to find the neighborhood was in similar shape. Along with chipped plates and various chachkies, there was still food in the house, which caused mice to come exploring leaving no shortage of droppings behind. Not only was everything coated in a layer of grime, the owner left behind a bunch of things. It was sort of a last resort as our previous home was being sold by the owner, and there isn’t an overabundance of places for rent that were okay with us having two cats and a dog, so we made do for a year until we could find something better. I didn’t much like the house I just moved out of. Specifically, it came to me while emptying out my basement. But in all the boxing, cleaning, loading, and unloading, I was reminded of an RPG concept I first encountered in D&D 3.5’s DM’s Guide II. Of course it’s an exhausting process, and I just didn’t have it in me to be creative through all the struggle and stress of a move. Here we are on a Monday, so what gives? Well, I just moved to a new place. But, my articles usually come out on Fridays.
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