When I get anxious I like to rearrange the furniture in my bedroom. There's only one problem with this; my bedroom is the size of a match box.
So, I have had this room set up in every single configuration possible at least twice in the 6 years I have lived here since returning from my life as an independent adult. It wouldn't be so bad if I had somewhere else to keep my worldly belongings.
I want out. Out costs money.
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