Sunday, April 27, 2014

packing up

I'm finding it a lot harder to leave my apartment than I thought it would be. It was a bit of a last minute decision to move out. It was really the practical thing to do. Paying rent in Barbados, paying rent in London and not having any income just didn't seem smart no matter how I tried to convince myself.

So here I am now, packing up boxes and waiting for people to snatch up all my collected treasures. I think that's why I am so sad. I spent last summer at flea markets and garage sales trying to find items I could revamp and make my own. Most of the furniture in my apartment was cheap but I put blood, sweat, and tears into every piece (Literally! Who knew upholstering a couch could be so dangerous!) But in the end, I know it's the right decision to move back in with my parents and try to get rid of as much as possible. This just means I get to start collecting again for my next place!

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