when i moved into my very first apartment, i was excited.
excited is a very common theme in the coming pieces.
(lowercase is kev, capital is child kev)
i had a friend becca (a v chatty libra saint) who helped me move in. considering i was moving out of my parents house after the pandemic and three other people said they would show up, becca was a angel sent from above to help take off some of the pressure of decorating.
finally. finally something that was mine. finally. finally.finally. finally.
i have a painting given to me by a friend in auburn, pete, and it was my absolute favorite piece of art to have. it was an original, one that couldn't be replicated. this was my art piece, the one thing i could -
watermelon
becca found two nails in the wall straight ahead in my apartment. she said "oh look this can just go right here" and i said "oh wow you're right"
and it stayed there. even though i hated it there.
i had so many ideas of where it could be but here i was, stuck with where it was placed because...
why?
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