I’ve been feeling the strain of doing little more than working, moving, running errands, and carrying stuff around for over a month now, but at least things are finally settling down. I think. At any rate, the new digs are starting to feel like a new home, and I’m not feeling quite so guilty, sad, and mad all the time. (N.B.: The Neil Sedaka was absolutely correct when they said, “Breaking up is hard to do.”)
See how quickly a moderately sized open room fills up with stuff:
Before:
After:
Before:
After:
Wow, nice digs!
…says the guy with the free apartment in the West Village!
Why I do declare! I have the same bed and bedside tables as you. Ikeatastic!
(My boyfriend would flip if the covers weren’t tucked into the sides, though. He’s like that.)