Gemotions

Eliza read the words "Condo Conversion" and a shiver ran down her spine, not of dread, but of...anticipation? She clapped her hands together, a giddy thought bubble forming above her head. She decided to go to the grocery store.

She selected the loudest, most neon-colored fruits and vegetables she could find. Carrots the size of her arm. Watermelons shaped like hearts. She even snagged a bag of those weird, multi-colored noodles. At checkout, she wiggled her eyebrows at the cashier and asked, "Ready for a fiesta?"

Back in her apartment, she cranked the music up until the bass vibrated through the floorboards. She pulled out all her glitter and glue, crafting absurd decorations. She taped a sign to her door: "Condo-monium! Enter at Your Own Risk!" She planned to cover the entire building, the hallways, the elevators, the fire escapes, with colorful banners that she'd made, all night long.

She decided to organize a spontaneous conga line through the building, a joyful act of defiance against the inevitable. She envisioned a kaleidoscope of laughter and absurdity, a communal farewell to the days of renting. She thought, *Let the games begin!*