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An interesting side-effect of moving
One of the unexpected side-effects of moving into my first place is that everyone is coming out of the woodwork to offer me their stuff. Furniture. Small kitchen appliances. Decorative objects. More furniture. It's crazy!
And when I say "everybody," I really do mean "everybody." My mom. Her friends. Our handyman. Marc's aunt's friends. (Yes, she specifically called me up tonight to let me know that two of her friends were moving in together and had duplicates of everything.)
On the one hand, it's going to make the whole "moving out" experience a lot less expensive. On the other, I feel like I need a spreadsheet or something. *grin*
And when I say "everybody," I really do mean "everybody." My mom. Her friends. Our handyman. Marc's aunt's friends. (Yes, she specifically called me up tonight to let me know that two of her friends were moving in together and had duplicates of everything.)
On the one hand, it's going to make the whole "moving out" experience a lot less expensive. On the other, I feel like I need a spreadsheet or something. *grin*
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Good Luck with the move and sorry I missed you at Pennsic
I'll try again next year. In the mean time, I love your diary and hope you'll keep writing it.
Elizabeta da Porta
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