Arrgh…moving. Again.
Three huge boxes and an open crate hold all my shoes. Another huge box holds my handbags. I won’t even see a wardrobe box until the movers arrive, so my clothes are still hanging in the closet. I haven’t even started packing my books, though everything else is pretty much ready to go.
I miss my old condo in Huntington Harbour…a huge built-in dresser, lots of closet space, and I even had shelves for all my shoes. I don’t know where I’m moving to just yet (some things fell through…fun stuff), but a wardrobe as fantastic as mine deserves better than this.
It’s a nuisance, but I’m looking forward to going somewhere better.