I don't know where I'll hang my pots and pans. And my back packs and my boots.
I don't know where my couch will go.
I don't have a couch. Or a sofa. Or a davenport. Or a chesterfield.
Somehow, I think it will all work out.
A thirty-something's journey on and off the yoga mat (and up and down the trails).
1 comment:
Good luck getting settled in the new location, I am sure it will all work out, it always does :-)
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