No, I’M not moving. A friend did, though. I believe that – as much as possible – I should help friends move. Because one day I’ll need their help.
So we moved an apartment-full of stuff into one, small bedroom that already housed a bed and dresser. Where HIS bed, dresser, futon, and kitchen stuff will end up is beyond my comprehension… I asked why he didn’t move some of it to his almost-wife’s place since they’ll both be living there in a few months. He said, “I use all my stuff regularly.” Uh, well, when it’s jammed in like this, you can’t.