While I'm sad that I had to temporarily give up my cat, it was for a good reason. My boyfriend and I are moving to Peru on April 2nd. If you haven't guessed already, I'm a writer. I've written a book that is getting a lot of attention in the world of agent rejection letters and I'm currently working on a second novel. It's my hope that the move will help me to focus and get more work done.
The thing is, my boyfriend and I haven't lived together yet so there are a couple of angles to this big leap. He usually stays at my place, since I have my own apartment, but occasionally I stay at his. Last week, I spent the night and it occurred to me that I may have a lot to be worried about. His bedroom floor reminds me of a wishing well because there is always spare change scattered all over it. His bathroom (which is also carpeted) is the same. In the middle of the night, I needed the facilities and almost died. There is a 2-foot wide moat of junk surrounding his bed. My foot didn't find floor in the dark, it found a pile of wires, a power drill, a hammer, boat parts, an open laptop, a desk lamp, and a giant knife with a curved pointed tip that seems to be a cross between a bowie knife and a scimitar. Something punctured my leg and I wondered if I needed a tetanus shot.
I've asked friends who live with their partners for advice and the basic plan is to wait until I'm alone in the apartment and then I can "clean" up. I can reorganize all of his belongings into neat spaces, piles and drawers. I hope that works.
"Honey! Where's my scimitar? I can't find it!"
*sigh*
"It's in the scimitar drawer, sweetie, where it always is!"
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