Goodbye lovely stainless steel letter P, I don't know when we'll see each other again. The same goes to the rest of my stuff.
I'm attempting to focus on the reality of living in a 10 foot by 32 foot metal shoebox soon. I measured our house last night to give me a visual and some sort of clue on the size -- this way I can say 'Yes! I knew what we were getting into!' (note: I will also be saying this while rocking myself back and forth in a padded nuthouse room in the future).
Two weeks now until we can officially get this party started, woop woop.
1 comments:
Just think of it as a sick adventure. It will be awful for a while but the bad memories fade very soon afterward. Good luck!
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