I wish I had three fairy godmother's, like Sleeping Beauty, who could shake their wands and make all my apartment stuff magically fit in suitcases. Or I wish I could use the Force. Or Voldemort. Whatever. Even a boyfriend to carry shit would be helpful, magic wand or not. When moving out of a mini Cambridge apartment, I sent the boyfriend running up and downstairs while I "packed" boxes (read: talked on the phone) and then shrieked like an 11 year old when I found a dead mouse in one of the kitchen drawers -- it was caught in a whisk. I remember being really thankful that LKP and I never did enough cooking to warrant actually opening that drawer before moving out...
Anyway, coming off the the Best Platonic Valentine's Day Ever: VK squeezed in a visit pre the final exit and even got to see my place before I started selling the furniture out from under us. We did most of the touristy things I wanted to squeeze in before departing -- one last round of Indo food, the Purse and Handbag Museum (uh, VK was THE perfect date for that), multiple club stops, multiple types of apple cake, etc.
On Friday, we threw a "going away" party, which actually turned into a "hang out with a handful of people I've never chilled with" party. The best lightweight to ever row heavyweight, Coogar, is out in Adam for a few months on company assignment -- though I miss most of her time out here, all I can say is it's better than Atlanta. And Houston.
Please let me know if you need a toaster. 12€.
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