"Hey guys, are you busy for the rest of the day?"
Eric and Joey look up from their plates as we finish eating the leftover pizza from last night. It's early in the afternoon, a couple hours after my magic lesson. The guys have spent the entire morning making the final touches all over the cabin. Instead of the well-lived in, cozy home I've come to appreciate, a soulless shell chastises me for merely existing with its walls. Yesterday was awful, trying not to think about leaving this safety net for something completely unknown. I know, if I have to spend another afternoon inside while these two run about, forcing more and memories out the door, I'm gonna lose it.
So I ask this question in hopes of stalling their incessant packing while also getting some time to talk my worries out. I'm su
