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“the movers are dropping off my things tomorrow. As much as I’d like to have them, I can’t help but feel like this:” Continue reading
This whole moving thing suddenly became a lot realer today:
Moving is stressful.
Remember when I said that I wasn’t moving yet? Apparently I was wrong.
It was kind of a crazy day. I won’t go too far into details, but boxes played a prominent role, so when I (finally) sat down to draw, that was all that was on my mind:
I’m not moving (yet), but right now boxes are taking over my life:
“As I suppose was really only to be expected, as a result of moving twice in six months (technically thrice, but the less said about that, the better), some of my things, a Fancy Hat and vest among them, have turned up missing.” Continue reading