tblanco

I am going to school in chicago but I've been offered a job in Montreal. I am going through my closet looking for things to wear. I also need to pack. After I find a button up light pattern shirt I start stuffing the rest of my room into three compact suitcases. I am not sure where my suitcases are at first but I find them packed inside of one another underneath my bed. My room is squalid and lit by an ugly harsh florescent light. Once I am done I go outside and realize that I am supposed to be playing in a baseball game. It's nighttime and the field is lit with huge outdoor lights. My team is yelling at me because I am not wearing my uniform.

I run back to my room and start dumping my suitcases on the ground, searching for my baseball uniform. People are coming into my room and asking me if I am ready to move to Montreal, If I have enough warm clothes. I say is it going to be that much colder than chicago?

They reply, "aren't you from louisiana?" and laugh. At that moment I find my base ball shirt and run back out to the diamond.