Gemotions

The phone call from his sister was the last straw. She had a mortgage, a house, a stable life. He did not. The announcement about the condo conversion seemed to solidify everything.

He sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty cereal bowl. The crumbs seemed to mock him. He slowly began clearing his things. He packed his things. He'd done this before. He knew the drill.

He didn't bother to find a new place. He would deal with it when the time came. He didn’t particularly care. He finished packing.