Sunday, July 03, 2005
So shortly after my coffee table broke, one of my glass top end tables also broke. I cried for some time. It felt like the nest that I've slowly tried to build myself since graduating college was falling apart around me. Perhaps I'm too attached to my things. Perhaps I'm just too attached to things that don't matter that much (like furnature.) Either way, it really made for a bad night last night.
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I know that feeling.
Sometimes these things happen to show us that we're supposed to move on.
Just think - when you go out, you might find some that are just AWESOME that you normally wouldn't have looked at because you already had tables.
It's always nice to see the positive, I don't know how you do it Jenny.
It's because I want you to be happy and being positive just comes with the territory.
Maybe we can go to the thrift store and go table-shopping. I have to get stuff for my new place too.
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