So, I've been all kinds of busy getting ready to leave. I've been buying train tickets, updating my resume, applying for jobs online, making doctors appointments stateside, and trying to sell all my junk. It's the last part that's the killer. See, originally I just had to sell my bed; other other stuff I possessed - a bike, a desk, a dresser, and other little things - belonged to a co-worker of mine. But when I asked her, "So, when d'you wanna come pick up your stuff?" She said, "Oh, no! That was a GIFT! It's yours now!"
.... Thanks. Now I have even more stuff to try and sell in a week. I mean, if we were in a program where teaching assistants came every year, then I could just leave this stuff for the next assistant. But it's not that way. I'm not living in a school-sponsored apartment, so when I leave, my stuff had better leave too.
I wish I could sell the stuff. Then maybe I could get some money, buy some of that - what's it called? Oh yeah, food ....
.... Thanks. Now I have even more stuff to try and sell in a week. I mean, if we were in a program where teaching assistants came every year, then I could just leave this stuff for the next assistant. But it's not that way. I'm not living in a school-sponsored apartment, so when I leave, my stuff had better leave too.
I wish I could sell the stuff. Then maybe I could get some money, buy some of that - what's it called? Oh yeah, food ....
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Sooo, if you don't eat does that mean you will need less space in the candle bath body storage room? :) Counting the days for you to come home, miss you bunches!! Mom
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