Things are settling down here in the new condo. Or at least all of our stuff is within the perimeter. It's a start.
We had a moment last night - or rather Friendster Guy had a moment last night - where the enormity of the whole thing kind of hit him. Not the unpacking and painting and all that, but more the "another person lives with me!" part of the whole thing.
I can understand it. He's never lived with anyone - except his parents way back in the day, but even then he was an only child. I tried not to take it personally, but when you realize the person you've just moved in with looks as if they want to scream, "STOP TOUCHING MY STUFF AND GO AWAY!," it doesn't make one feel too happy and sure of themselves.
But we'll get through it.
We had a moment last night - or rather Friendster Guy had a moment last night - where the enormity of the whole thing kind of hit him. Not the unpacking and painting and all that, but more the "another person lives with me!" part of the whole thing.
I can understand it. He's never lived with anyone - except his parents way back in the day, but even then he was an only child. I tried not to take it personally, but when you realize the person you've just moved in with looks as if they want to scream, "STOP TOUCHING MY STUFF AND GO AWAY!," it doesn't make one feel too happy and sure of themselves.
But we'll get through it.
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