September 27, 2005
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I went to Subway for dinner tonight.
I worked there during lunch and then came home and packed. And packed.
And packed some more - mostly my kitchen. Sorting, cleaning etc...Dinner time rolls around and I realize that I really haven't got
anything to eat in the house. The milk is outdated and I have not
really been buying groceries in preparation for moving to the BF's
house...all I've got is refried beans, but I'm out of tortillas. I
don't even have bread. (The roommate is on a low carb diet which means
she can't eat it and I didn't want to buy a whole loaf for me to eat
just two or three pieces). So I went to Subway. At least I like their
food.
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Advice from one woman living with her man to another woman moving in with her man (and moving across country to do it):
Pack like you're going to work, going on vacation, and going on a date every day for a week.
Worst thing I did was pack like I was trying to pack efficiently. Turned out that on the other end that means that everything you need is spread across sixteen boxes and you have to dig through everything to find it. The first week we lived together I had one pair of work pants and one pair of jeans.
When does the big move officially start?
Subway is a great dinner! That probably means I should cook more often...
Subway's good! I usually go for making a salad out of the sandwich ingredients. Classic BMT Salad... YUM!
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