On the Road Again

My car has seen better days.

She’s missing a hubcap.  Her newly replaced bumper from her accident has been quickly marred by my neighbors’ repeated failed parallel parking attempts. I’m pretty sure her doors are used by people in parking lots to bounce their own doors (and carriages) off of for fun judging by the amount of dings and paint transfers.  Her sideview mirror is glued on courtesy of the snowstorms of two winters ago.  I haven’t washed her exterior in…ever.  I can’t see out her side windows due to dog nose smudges.

She’s been around the block a few (billion) times. Continue reading

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Worst Case Scenario

I’m homeless.

Not in the sense that I don’t have a physical building with a bed in it to retire to at the end of the day, because I do.  I’m homeless in the sense that “at home” can be defined as “relaxed and comfortable; at ease.”  My lease in my current apartment is up and I’m searching for a place to call home for September 1st.

For those of you that are doing the same, I offer you my condolences.

Apartment hunting is like on-line dating. Continue reading

Cleaning House

I’m the opposite of a packrat.

I love the feeling of gettingridofstuff.  I tear through closets and drawers like a cyclone of fabric.  I throw books off shelves like they contain the plague.  I shred bills and paperwork like a rabid hamster.  I constantly reduce clutter and excess.  I give it away, I sell it, I throw it out.  Get outta my space!

But I’m only human. Continue reading