Wiping a hand across her forehead to try and stem the sweat running into her eyes, Cherish growled softly at the remaining pile of boxes to be unpacked. It was ******** ridiculous how much stuff she had to deal with. And alone at that. Though, if she were honest with herself, the alone part didn’t bother her so much. She was used to that. It was the boxes full of stuff and things that she objected to. Though I suppose that’s only to be expected when you do a trans-atlantic move twice. It wasn’t her fault she’d been accepted to a university in Wales. Well, no. It was since she’d applied. She didn’t remember applying, but the acceptance letter was proof that she had.

And it had been a good few years, studying abroad. She’d kept in touch with her superiors, found ways to keep busy and train. And the moment she’d graduated, she’d arranged to come home. All good and proper. And she was looking forward to seeing her comrades again. As soon as she could, she’d give her reports and get back to work. The Dark Kingdom had been good enough to help her get this apartment, so being a little little soldier was really the least she could do. Growling again in exasperation, Cherish forced herself to shove her winding thoughts away and tackle boxes. She already had the bigger furniture moved in and set up (thank Metallia for that!), so once she was done with the boxes, she’d be all moved in and settled.

“Dishes,” she muttered. “Where the hell are my dishes…?”

Not that she was likely to use them, but she was tired of disposable utensils and paper plates. She churned through boxes, emptying out books, knick-knacks and clothing until she found a fox holding her pans. And under that was a box of plates and bowls. Yes! Finally!

Standing wearily, she carried as much as she could hold into the kitchen to wash and put away. It took hours, but by the time she was done, her kitchen looked as spotless and magazine ready as anyone could wish. She’d pick up new towels and some dish soap later once she’d finished with everything. What else did she need…?

Well, food. Definitely ice cream. Maybe some wine to celebrate and unwind with? Which meant, wine glasses since she wasn’t some bohemian hipster entranced by mason jars. Okay, she actually was entranced by mason jars, but she also wanted actual adult drinking vessels. Paper towels too. Maybe some take-out chinese or mexican for dinner…

Ugh. She was just spinning her wheels again. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Cherish forced herself to calm down. It was just moving. Moving was easy and she’d done more than her fair share, though she wasn’t sure how she knew that. Vague childhood memories, she guessed. She’d worry about it later. First, she’d finish simply putting what she could away. Then, she’d make a list of things she still needed.

And then? Well, then she could spin her wheels to her heart’s content.

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