Today, at this very moment all of the possessions which are not currently with my person (which is not very many) are in a rented one axle trailer crossing the great american desert. Two very dear friends radically agreed to cart my belongings behind their truck-like automobile in exchange for a free visit to City. I find this ludicrious. Having visited City frequently and while loving it dearly would not spend a long weekend hauling other peoples furniture out of basements and into apartments on its behalf.
I arrived a week before my lease in City started, and so have gotten to know those tenants who are on their way out. I can honestly say that I am not sorry to see either of them go. Neither is a bad person, or duly unpleasant, but in my one meager week I didn't warm to them either.
At this instant there is a large cream colored queen size mattress where the ostentatious flat screen television previously stood. I am fond of it. And if new flatmate B didn't need to sleep on it in a few days I would argue we leave it up there; a faux art peice if you will.
The adventures thus far have been subtle, involving shopping districts, museums and "ethnic" food. There was even a breif rendesvous with serious illness quickly dispelled by a miraculous food-drop by an old, good dearest friend. You see, I am ashamed to admit I have been here a proper week now and have yet to locate a grocery store.
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