[ WP ] A package you ordered ten years ago finally arrived . This is especially weird , because you moved recently . What 's in the box ?

Chester rustled from his saturday afternoon snooze at the sound of the doorbell. I left the couch, book still in hand, and greeted the UPS man at the door. 
 
 “ Mr. Anderson? ” he said. 
 
 “ That ’ s me. ” 
 
 “ We found this package tucked away between two old storage carts at the very back of our facility. It should have been delivered about ten years ago. ” 
 
 “ Wow, I ’ m surprised you still delivered it, ” I said truly amazed. 
 
 “ We ’ re sorry we lost it, but if you ’ ll just sign here I ’ ll get on my way. ” 
 
 I signed and took the package. Sitting back down on the couch. I put my book down and grabbed my pocket knife to open the old taped-up cardboard covering. Chester laid back down by the vent and dozed off again. 
 
 I brought the knife edge to the seams of the package and carefully cleaved the two pieces of cardboard apart. It was a book. I looked at the receipt and saw that I had ordered it in October 2001 - the early days of Amazon.com. After discarding the outdated receipt, I turned my attention to the book. It was Kerouac ’ s *On the Road*. This used to be my favorite book. *Wow, I forgot how much I loved this book*. 
 
 The spine and pages were still crisp and clean. If I ’ d received this on time, I ’ m sure the pages would be worn down and bent out of shape. 
 
 I turned the first pages and came to the table of contents. It simply said: “ Pg. 1 - On the Road. ” Simplicity. I liked it. I leaned back on the cushion and began reading the first part. As I read, Chester let out a quick snore. Sal and Dean seemed so *restless*. I think that ’ s what drew me to the story so much when I was younger. I wanted to *move, explore*. I looked over at Chester again. He was sprawled out on the floor, perfectly content. I looked down at the end of the couch and saw my feet there propped up on cushion, soft and comfortable. I began to crave that sense of movement and freedom that Dean and Sal grasped so firmly. 
 
 I kept reading and I kept thinking back on my life in the past ten years. When I first read *On the Road*, I wanted to take that road trip. I wanted to hitchhike from New York to Denver to Mexico City and back to New York. There was something appealing about tired and calloused feet. What ’ s changed since then? 
 
 I put the book down, gathered Chester ’ s leash, and we set out for a walk.
