I can't say I enjoy the lines and paper shuffling at City Hall to pay for the privilege of a car tax sticker--it's not like I was trying to vote or something, maybe I should have said I was David Axelrod.
I can't say I appreciate Greenpeace/Occupy/rent a grievance on the streets, but there are moments like this.
P.S. And keep your mitts off my plastic bags.
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Wow! Though we aren't there yet, I've often thought about such a move and wondered what it would be like.
I am just thankful I survived the move:)
It was easier to get rid of my stuff than the kids'--I have the walk in closet full of packed away baby blankets, precious toys and sentiments of childhood. The books I mostly took up to our summer cottage for rainy day reading.
I think if I didn't have that bolt hole it would have been harder, though I've found pockets in the city to hear bird song in the morning--assuming I get up early enough:)
Anne
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