As I’ve been making all these changes (and they’re not being related to you in order, necessarily), the furniture in my living room has started to bother me more and more.
When I moved into my apartment, I was in the process of filing for divorce, and in need of a place to live and new furnishings in a hurry (mostly because while my parents were very generous about being willing to let me stay with them until I got settled, the 2-hours-each-way commute from their place to my office just wasn’t going to be feasible long term).
So I was simultaneously shopping for furniture and shopping for an apartment to put it in.
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