The Shortest Month: February (pt.2)

Quson Brown
5 min readNov 17, 2023

It’s February 1, and we’re sleeping on our mattress on the floor. I still haven’t gotten paid, and Elizabeth feels different, almost like she’s a different person. I know this transition in her life has been difficult, but her temperament has changed; I could feel it in my bones. Or at least I thought I could. Making nearly two dozen trips up and down four flights of stairs does something to a person. Next time, we will hire professional movers rather than doing it ourselves. I was sore for the following week but happy about the apartment.

Photo by ThePowerCouple on Unsplash

Before we moved in together, Elizabeth and I did some thorough apartment research. It was also at that time that we realized we had very different perspectives on the type of home we could live in. I lived in a four-bedroom, four-bath apartment with three roommates. None of our rooms had windows, but there was a skylight that slightly illuminated our living room for a few hours each day. On the other hand, Elizabeth had windows in every room, two roommates, and a living room with two windows. How pretentious. I was so astonished the first time I visited that I had to frequently stay the night three to five times a week, to ensure I wasn’t dreaming.

I, in fact, was not dreaming. Nor was I dreaming when every living space I found suitable was not up to Elizabeth’s standard. Frankly, at the time, I was frustrated that my…

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Quson Brown

I'm just a guy who's decent at storytelling. I'm from the mountains of NC, but an Island born boy, now living in the city. I love humanity, and tacos.