I took the day off from working to run some errands, but while I was running errands my mind kept drifting off into la-la land.
This has got to be my slowest unpacking ever. (Those boxes looks perfectly happy where they are, why disturb them?) I need more furniture before I unpack, but even then, the process of unpacking is emotionally hard on me, as is the process of buying furniture. You see, furniture suggests a permanance to the place, and I have a hard time thinking about staying here, when my heart is not here.
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