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163/366 | some things are just hard when alone
When I moved into the condo 6 years ago, I sold most of my old furniture on Craigslist, and bought pretty much everything new. Back then, I did not have a live-in boyfriend, and enjoyed immensely the feeling of owning a place of my own. I was going to take a good care of my 680-sqft palace. I was looking forward to being an independent person.
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161/366 | American Sushi
A friend of mine and I took a “Sushi Making Class” this afternoon. It was held in the back of a local Sushi-grade fish store. The friend who is an Italian is leaving in a couple of months to go back to Italy after about 6 years in the US. She made a “bucket list” for Boston, and trying to do every one of them before the departure. This class was one of them.
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160/366 | Mad Max?
On the way to work in the morning, I drove by the trash collecting truck.
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158/366 | dull day at work
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154/366 | Margaritas at home
I live with somebody who likes to mix his own drinks. He likes to make it extra strong.
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151/366 | Gap
We have a new guy in our team at work. He’s been there for only 6 days. Every time I see him, there is a permanent smile attached to his face.
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149/366 | Ladder Ball
We attended two cookouts this weekend. We really didn’t get much done otherwise…
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142/366 | Warm and Humid
No story today
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137/366 | Satan
Driving home, I saw this huge RV and a trailer both covered with head-turning crazy messages. For example, on the side of the hitched trailer that faced me said “SATAN USED WOMEN TO KEEP MEN LUSTING AFTER THE FLESH. SHAME ON THE WOMEN.”
The whole thing was driving through a very busy square silently. Creepy.
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135/366 | Keys
Something broke inside of the door knob for our apartment door. So we bought a replacement knob and P installed it a while ago. We threw away the keys to the old knob, and also, took an inventory of all the keys we have in the basket.
I was surprised by how many mystery keys I had, and how difficult it was to decide to throw the old ones away. I knew I used them somewhere in my previous apartments, and even though I don’t even know which apartment, I feel strong emotional attachment to those orphaned keys. I wonder if anybody else who have moved around a lot keep the keys just for memory’s sake.
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132/366 | TGIF…
With all the sketchy changes happening at work, and all the unsureness I’m feeling about my job, career, and life, I’m so happy the week is over. And I’m so thankful that I have to take the dog out for a walk when I come home. Seeing him run around happily, and laughing about how silly he is acting with P is beyond therapeutic.
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130/366 | Between The Rain
At work, I’m struggling with what happened on Monday. I feel positively about my future there one moment, and feel that I need to get away the next.