Just after my sophomore year of college I found myself homeless. Not houseless, as in, I was living with all my earthly possessions under a snug overpass near the freeway. No, just homeless, the word spoken in the wistful tones of Dorothy Gale's "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."
When I was 20, my mother decided to sell our
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Moving like that, in just 2 weeks after the decision, is so strange!
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That aside, this story was quite amusing, and you told it well - it's very visual. :)
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