So I'm moving into Date's house. I have lost my job and safety net, and he's willing to help me. For the next month, I'll need to scrub and scrub and scrub, and not only the walls. I'l be selling off most of my furniture.
This hurts. I wish I didn't have to. I mean, Date and I get on quite well, but it's strange to get rid of the few things I've loved and the many more items I've been given.
Still, this is the way it goes when someone starts over, right?
I told the boy about it and he's OK with the move. Momma, however, is a bit more freaked out.
As am I. I cannot wait to get everything in order.
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