I have 5 pairs of keys jingling in my pocket.
One for my old apartment, from which I have emptied the last of my belongings.
One for my new apartment, in which I have yet to unpack.
One for my friend's apartment, which i am currently house-dog-cat-sitting.
One for that same friend's car, which I am car-sitting.
One for my bike lock, which is...currently locked.
And yet the only home I want to be in is the one I don't have keys to. Because my brother lost them. And scratched my bike. And missed my traffic ticket appointment.
On the plus side, every step I take sounds like a Christmas carol.
I'll be down to 4 keys by the end of the day, and down to 2 keys within a week.
This post is entirely meaningless. I just thought I had a lot of keys.
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