It always gets worse before it gets better
So I got back to Boston fine ... the flight in from Tel Aviv was really long at around 12 hours. And I came back to a big pile of stuff. Apparently the moving fairy didn't put away and organize all my stuff while I was gone. Sigh. So I've started to put stuff away and find homes for things in my apartment. It's a slow but sure process, feel free to interrupt me at anytime. Part of the problem is that I don't really have the right furniture for the new space. I need to set up some type of work area and get a file cabinet.
The list of things that I could use are growing: desk, bookcase, magnetic knife thing, blinds, curtains, desk chair, and some food. Hopefully as the week goes on I'll slowly start to acquire some of this stuff. I'm afraid of having too much stuff and then if/when I have to move again doing all of this all over again.
The list of things that I could use are growing: desk, bookcase, magnetic knife thing, blinds, curtains, desk chair, and some food. Hopefully as the week goes on I'll slowly start to acquire some of this stuff. I'm afraid of having too much stuff and then if/when I have to move again doing all of this all over again.
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