Happy Throwback Thursday.
On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today’s Prompt: write about finding something.
So, I’m supposed to relate this post to the one in which I lost something, which can be found here.
Alright, I lost that very important box of things the day that my husband and I moved into that crappy little apartment. Except that was before we were married. So then he was just my boyfriend, and we were moving in together on a strictly temporary basis. He was looking for a place for just him and our younger daughter, who was then just his daughter. I just wanted out of this terrible apartment complex I’d been living in up until then.
There were obvious issues with my first apartment. It was too small, the walls were so thin I could hear my neighbors shaving. The landlady was a control freak that conducted…
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