My own personalized version of hell will involve shoe shopping and furniture moving. And it will be really cold out. I got a little preview this weekend.
My parents invited me to come down to Boca Raton, Florida with them a few months ago, but at the time I didn’t realize how badly I’d need some sun and thought it might be weird tagging along with just my parents. They had an hour layover at Reagan yesterday, so I met up with them for lunch and tried to buy a ticket on their connecting flight, to no avail. I had a swimsuit, sunglasses, and a toothbrush in my backpack just in case. It’s a lot easier to do in romantic comedies I guess.
So now I’m still here and have to move all my stuff 4 feet next door to the other room (we’re taking turns with the small room). Meaning the few piles I’ve managed to eliminate in the last 6 months will be back, and those I hadn’t tackled yet will be emboldened by the veritable jailbreak of clutter.