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This trunk belonged to my grandfather and it traveled with him across the continental US, to Hawaii, and even to Germany. Now it’s traveled with me every time I’ve moved, across the country and back again. It’s moving with me again tomorrow, but a much shorter distance this time. As I repack my things I’m feeling so beyond grateful to have received the support I have—from my best friends who dropped everything to shepherd me across the way and gave me a safe spot to land and catch my breath, to my boss who let me take as much time off work as I needed, to the literal angel on earth who’s taking care of my dog son Benny, to YOU GUYS. Thank you from the bottom of my heart—it’s been rocky but I’m so excited to start this new chapter of my life! (If you’d like to support me as I turn the page, my ko-fi is linked here on this post—I’m starting from nothing so every bit truly helps!)
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those books are making me weep tears of joy but also: badass looking laptop
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@MATTSHAWSOME hehe thank you. And it’s my work laptop I really love it!!!!! For my personal I’m rocking one of the lightweight Lenovo Thinkpads
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END OF AN ERA and the start of a new one full of love and gourmet pizza 🥹 ❤️
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yay! I love having little boys of consistency in this inconsistent life! and I love that your vintage looking trunk is filled with books, beautiful
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@MOONBEAMS I meant little bits* of consistency but yknow
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@MOONBEAMS my little boy of consistency is BENNY lol 🥹❤️ thank you it’s a really effective way to transport them + my electronics!!!!
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@MOONBEAMS yesss I'm sure you're excited to be back with him soon! Ooh yeah I can imagine it is
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@MOONBEAMS it’s going to be the best moment of my life when I pick him up lol!!!!!!
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