The moving truck didn’t come for a week after we moved into our new place. Our furniture: four air mattresses, five milk crates, and two borrowed camping chairs. No wifi. We are Indoorspeople and this was the closest to roughing it our family was probably ever going to get.
A few days in, I found this Smith Corona at the Goodwill. It became a big part of our entertainment, each of us taking our turn on the keys. The clickety clacks banged and reverberated in the empty space.
That was over a month ago. We’re settled in with all our stuff now, but I look back fondly on that week. At night we drank beer and played Uno and checkers and went to bed early. It felt terrific.
