I'm finding that my moving apartments has become much like a field rife with writing material. On Friday night, I was throwing two bags of crap away in the dumpster out back. I exited my apartment through the back door and there's a screen door with some old, iron work in it. Here:
You can see it's not in the best shape so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when my pants got caught on it and tore. My. New. Pants. Several curse words followed. And yelling. I'm lucky my neighbors all have lives and no one was home to hear my rage.
So it got me thinking about all of the things I am looking forward to in my new apartment. Of course, not having a jenky back screen door is top of the list right now.
Washing my clothes in cold water. The laundry room here never left the 1970s and the washing machine only works well on the warm water setting, so I'm excited to have choices when it comes to my clean clothes. And not doing big loads my parents house anymore at the age of 35.