Today is moving day, the day the movers come to move my big
furniture and I am not sorry to be moving, but for some reason I have felt sad
since last night. It is almost a
nostalgic sadness and I don’t know if it comes from leaving the old place as
much as the memories this new one is resurrecting.
It could just be tiredness. I am covered in bumps, bruises and cuts from moving furniture and
falling on the tennis court. There is
no part of my body that is comfortable to sleep on right now. I wake before dawn and am asleep shortly
after tuck in at night.
The blow up bed is folded and packed away, almost, since I
couldn’t quite seem to get it back into its original shape. I won’t think about that anymore right
now. Tomorrow really is another day!
The woman called about my drapes last night and it is going
to cost a little more than I expected, but she is going above and beyond to do
what I asked and it wasn’t easy or I would have done it myself.
Now I just need to get over to the apartment and when the
movers are finished, clean up and turn in my keys.
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