As some say, new year, new life, and so it should be. That's why I just moved into my new apartment full of space and lots of light.
It is not really an apartment, it is a space of 120 square meters that had been used for storage and I have rebuilt it as an apartment. When I saw it for the first time, I fell in love, because I saw it as the ideal place to write, to catch my ideas and capture them on paper. It has a wonderful view where I can see the sweet waters of the Guaire river and a majestic mountain full of virgin vegetation.
After a few long months of waiting for the restoration and just when the year 2023 has begun, I made the move with a company that a friend recommended to me. The first thing I did when I arrived was to prepare a tasty coffee with my little espresso machine that I carry with me everywhere I go. This is like my strength, my energy that allows me to overcome obstacles.
After the movers left, I proceeded to open the boxes to get organized, and to my surprise, I found that the boxes were not mine and that what was inside them was something creepy. Among the things that were not mine, I found in the boxes some live rodents that frightened me and made me jump and cling to the ceiling.
The box that looked like the one assigned for my clothes, contained underwear that had sequins, erotic drawings, and very bright colors; I assume they will be of a lady. I with very marked masculinity, I can't imagine myself with a garment like that, but with the scare that the rodents gave me, I feel stomach pains that will merit putting on that underwear because the one I have on I will never be able to use again.
I have no choice, I'll go to the bathroom, take a shower, and put on one of those sequined panties.
I already have them on and they really don't look that bad on me, they even look good with my tan. I decided to have a nice cup of coffee in front of the huge window overlooking the city and fill myself with sunlight. I feel so good that I've even put on some music and I'm already dancing and drinking coffee in front of the window.
But nothing comes out perfect, I noticed that from the building across the street, there is almost a crowd watching me in the panties I wore and they are taking pictures and videos of me dancing.
If it weren't for my wonderful coffee, I'd say this is the worst day of my new year.
With these words, I come to participate in #STB Writing Prompt Week 26.
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