The Immovable Forces Me To Deal In Wheels
Growing up, I inhabited a tiny bedroom in which I rearranged the furniture every now and then to find some extra space. I got really good at moving heavy objects around—my twin bed, my chest of drawers, my dresser drawers with the mirror, my nightstand, etc. I would rearrange my books and magazines, my clothes, and my other stuff around them, and I would do it all by myself, cute little me with the scrawny arms and legs. I got…