I have to say, I was pretty proud of myself when, after an hour’s worth of rearranging and creative wedging (now there’s a sport if ever there was one), I got all my belongings packed into my father’s pick up truck for imminent shipping.
I won’t see it again until New York. Godspeed, stuff!
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I am a wannabe writer living in Denver. I talk about mental health, New York, music, privilege, and disability. And other stuff. I write from the perspective of a privileged white cisgender educated woman.
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I have to say, I was pretty proud of myself when, after an hour’s worth of rearranging and creative wedging (now there’s a sport if ever there was one), I got all my belongings packed into my father’s pick up truck for imminent shipping.
