Sneezing in the Dust

We've emptied one of the large closets (storage might be a better word) in my boyfriend's apartment today and the place now looks like a dumpster. I tried jumping over a pile of old bags on my way to the kitchen and landed on the edge of the snowboard, an action which caused the chop sticks on the plate I was holding to fly across the room. There is an outdoor grill standing in the middle of the living room, a golfbag from another century, a broken telescope and quite a lot of stuff that will remain unidentified...

The good news is that I will not have to be ashamed of anything he might stumble across in my closets.


I can't wait until we can move in so I won't have to live in a suitcase anymore.