Everything You Own in a Box to the Left
So I’ve moved a few times in my life, and somehow there’s all these boxes that never get opened, yet I keep moving them. Right now, as you read this, there are boxes in my basement that I packed three years ago when moving from Brookfield to Bethel, and I still have not opened them. There are more boxes still that I packed when moving from Port Chester to Brookfield before, and still, those are not open either.
I also know I’m not the only person who practices this insanity. Why do we do this? What is so important that we have to carry it from apartment to apartment, from home to home, and yet never use it? Do we even know what’s in those boxes anymore? What is all this unseen baggage we carry, and why can’t we let it go?
Should I get philosophical about this? Maybe you should just keep reading the comic instead.
Chapter 1 - Page 11
BTW, Yes, that’s a Beyoncé Reference
Though it’s coincidental that the boxes are on the left side of this page. I just got excited by the opportunity to make a really bad joke.