Thinking about just how I was going to get to Aberdeen, find an apartment, and then actually move in--with one functioning foot—was daunting, to say the least. Grandpa Keith drove me up, but the apartment I’d arranged for wasn’t ready until they day after he left. So, dear gracious hosts let us crash at their place and I established a good friend in the first few days here. Yay.
I always forget how much time, effort and money it takes to gather all the odds and ends for a new place! Especially my first very own studio…its MINE...wahahaha. Thank God for Salvation Army and the kind willingness of my fellow Americorps volunteers and new maintenance man Steve…getting all my shit up to my apartment (My car was packed) and then we had a few trips from Salvo and even more from the Ranch….bless them all, and curse this damned foot!
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