Currently listening to:
�All the Pain� by Wendy Ip
Do you know how much he misses you
He talks about you everyday
Anything that reminds him
Of you gets a big okay
And the memory of your days
Are apparent in his gaze
Sometimes he just has to look away
I guess nothing can erase
All the pain
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Where to now, WonderWoman?
It�s that time of year again. My sister and I are looking for a new place in the D.C. metro area. We�ve moved every year for the past five years: Fairfax, Alexandria, Vienna, Annandale, Oakton. We�ve got the drill down, and we know the process of relocating almost as well as we do the practice of eating McDonald�s vanilla cones 3 times a week. Turn in application fees, sign lease papers, give 60 day notice to current property manager, forward mail, call telephone company, call personal movers (we adore our guy friends), send mass email to friends with new address.
It�s come to the point where I literally live out of boxes. A good 90% of my personal belongings are stuffed in plastic, storage bins tucked away in my closet. I don�t even bother investing in furniture. I have a full size bed, a bookshelf, a nightstand, and a halogen lamp. The only decorum I�ve added to spruce up my room are Van Gogh and Monet paintings. I like to keep it simple, because ultimately, I know this setup is temporary.
It�s the way we grew up. The nomadic life was the only life my family knew. I�ve lived in over 15 physical locations in my 24 years, never having settled down in a place for over 2.5 years. Five years in college was as close to home as it ever was for me. But I would have it no other way. I actually find it somewhat refreshing to be in a new surrounding. In a way, it�s a new start. Out with the old, in with the new. And this place is getting old.
Besides, the 2 bedroom my sister, brother, and I live in now is a bit crammed for the three of us. Kathy and I hadn�t anticipated my brother moving in with us from Texas late last August when we signed up for the place in July. So we stored him away on our balcony. =) Actually, he's got a nice setup in the den, although it's not very private or roomy. The apartment we�re looking into now is about 10 minutes outside of D.C., and it�s absolutely gorgeous and gargantuan. My six foot brother will finally have some elbow room.
Who knows? Maybe this time, I�ll even organize the junk in my storage bins, and those forgotten items will finally be able to see the light of day.
And geez. I swear as I listen to Wendy Ip, it's as if she's reading my mind. She steals the words right out of my mouth. That could be scary.
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