A drabble is a story in exactly one hundred words.
There was almost ten years of stuff in that condo. Two floors, a loft, and a basement storage closet. Two bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, one kitchen, the aforementioned loft. Two beds, two desks, five bookcases, more books than I could count, and a fuckton of dishes, cups, pots, and pans. An entire refrigerator full of food. Everything I owned, including my computer, clothing, and furniture. Plus everything that my mother and sister had left there for later. Plus everything my father and roommates had left when they moved out.
I had two weeks to move it all out.