A couple days ago, David and I stopped in at Franklin Southie for an afternoon aperitif. The sun was coming through the windows just right, making the space look bright and new. I especially loved the shadows we cast on the brick bar and the way my Aperol looked like embers in a dying fire.
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David and I sold all the furniture we put on Craigslist and are currently living in the worst kind of limbo. Our dressers went to a skeevy guy who tried, but did not succeed in low-balling us, so our clothes are in piles on the floor. A nice Spanish man took our kitchen chairs and we've since been enjoying all our meals in bed, and our books are stacked in tidy (and not-so-tidy) piles along the walls because our bookcases went to a sweet Australian woman. Slum Castle is an absolute mess and I'm looking forward to the day when moving boxes arrive so we can start organizing our lives into nicely labeled cardboard homes.
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