If I have any advice to give anyone, you should either live out of a backpack, own nothing, and move around often; or, find a place you like, settle down, and don't give it up until you die, maybe even let your kids inherit it so they don't need to move your stuff after you're gone.
Now that I no longer have a bed, I guess I have "moved" out. I am sleeping on a futon in my (soon-to-be) ex-living room. So, I figure that I am allowed to start writing about my summer. The past couple weeks have been highly annoying and plagued with headaches from getting ready to move out, and ironing out technicalities with allowing me to actually move to Europe. It has been one of the most stressful and undesirable experiences of my life. I have lived in my current dwelling for a little more then a year and a half, and apparently have accumulated a lot of stuff, not only furniture, but clothing, paper, school projects, and power tools.
Since I am going to Europe this summer, and I am trying to fit my entire life into this:
I got to move all my extra stuff back to my parent's house. They were really enthusiastic about getting a bed, futon, and table (along with a lot of boxes) as new tenants. To my father's surprise we were able to fit everything into our trailer, so they only needed to come to Ottawa once :) Less pleasing was the miserable weather, but, hey, that's just what moving is, right? miserable.
(BBQ (with propane tank), Futon, Single Bed, Dining Table, Dresser, Bonus: 2 Wine Boxes of stuff)
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