Sitting in my soon to be not my apartment, looking at what still needs to be cleaned, trashed, stored, packed. The amount of crap one accumulates over time. The number of pens that can be hidden, dropped, stashed away in corners, is staggering. I never knew I was such a pen-hoarder until now. All the photos of babies, notes from families. I wish I could take them with me. I'm happy to have the space downstairs in which to store them.
Friends came yesterday to help clean and hang and have pizza. K bathroom, T kitchen, L on cupboard and vitamin detail. The guys on lifting and carrying and sorting, and taking away---special thanks to E for volunteering for arms transport.
I have great friends.
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