Today is moving day number five in the past year. Unfortunately being assistant to DJ wasn’t working out, so off I go, to situate myself somewhere else. I’m starting to feel like a gypsy. In the best sense possible.
I’ve spent the past two days packing, which I’ve gotten surprisingly good at. Fearing that all of my belongings would not fit into my little Civic (appropriately named Cindy. Cindy, the Civic), I asked Boyfriend if he could come over and I could make use of his car (unnamed Hyundai). After he agreed, I expressed to him that I might need all the possible room in his vehicle, just in case.
This conversation followed:
Me: So, I’ll see you around 3 o clock right?
Boyfriend: Yup, I’ll head over right after work. Do you still need all the room in the car?
Me: Yeah, I need the WHOLE car, just in case ya know?
Boyfriend: Yeah, cuz I was thinking about just bringing half my car…
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Moving again! Do you have a place to stay?
Whenever I hear the word gypsy, I immediately think of Paige stripping.
Is that wrong?
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