I am (still) living in a box forest
and it’s getting old. It turns out that moving from a place with a garage and lots of storage into a place without a garage and only very (very) limited storage AND deciding to cancel your storage unit simultaneously may not have been the greatest idea. This reality and opting not to clear my schedule to focus on the task at hand has extended the unpacking period to the point of lunacy. Slowly, but surely, I am making progress.
Unfortunately, in addition to not being able to find ANYTHING I am also covered in scratches and bruises from running into various pieces of furniture, stacks of boxes and miscellaneous crap. (Why did I decide I HAD to keep the wooden sled we brought back from East Berlin in 1986???) I’d take pictures, but it’s not pretty. To be fair, most of the scratches and all of the mosquito bites stem from my ongoing battle with lawn care. Still, I probably shouldn’t wear anything but long skirts or pants to work for a while.
Unfortunately, in addition to not being able to find ANYTHING I am also covered in scratches and bruises from running into various pieces of furniture, stacks of boxes and miscellaneous crap. (Why did I decide I HAD to keep the wooden sled we brought back from East Berlin in 1986???) I’d take pictures, but it’s not pretty. To be fair, most of the scratches and all of the mosquito bites stem from my ongoing battle with lawn care. Still, I probably shouldn’t wear anything but long skirts or pants to work for a while.
2 comments:
Holy crap. We need to get you out of box hell. Maybe someone does need a little storage unit??
That looks exactly the same as it did TWO weeks ago! HA!
My storage place is right by Porch Swing Pub!
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