Update:
Well, I am still living out of boxes; I'm just living out of more of them now. The other day I was informed that it could be a bloody year until I get moved!!!
There is a woman in my building who I actually know quite well who was diagnosed with ALS in the spring. Her symptoms are progressing at an alarmingly fast rate. She is already barely able to walk and spends most of her time in an electric wheelchair. She lives in a tiny bachelor and desperately needs a larger apartment so, when one comes up, it will go to her as it should. She needs the place way more than I do.
So, for the forseable future, I'm not going to be going anywhere fast unless a lot of people suddenly decide to vacate large one bedroom apartments. The upside is that I'll have lots of additional time to dispose of the junk I've been hanging onto for years for absolutely no good reason!
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My life is arranged strictly for the convenience of my dogs!!!
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