Last night, while I was going through all of my books and papers, I was confronted with several uncomfortable truths: I hoard way too many books that I’ll never read again The deed of organizing the apartment will not be finished by the time my daughter visits on Friday You can’t erase memories by throwing… Continue reading Sorting Through the Rubble
The alternative title for this post is “Things A New Apartment Doesn’t Have but You Wish It Did.” The big weekend has come and gone. I’m officially moved in, and the apartment is “livable,” though now I know there are some things that an apartment doesn’t come with. It’s amazing how much we take for… Continue reading Salt, Measuring Tape, and Toilet Paper
Found out yesterday that the apartment complex has accepted my application. I’ll be moving in most of my stuff this weekend. Lots to do between now and then to make it ready for habitation. Not so much for myself, because I can sleep on the floor — but my kids, whom I have this weekend,… Continue reading Accepted!
It’s a familiar refrain for men. The ex got most of the stuff from the house. Thankfully, I have a bed already for myself and my daughter, a desk, and a lounging chair that will probably go into my daughter’s room for reading time, but my dryer is unusable (gas vs. electric) in an apartment,… Continue reading Rebuilding the Home