Echo, echo, echo
I suppose we’re like time. With only 2 months remaining, you can imagine how organized (obsessive/squirrely, crazy) I’m becoming. People are coming and going, and our once nicely decorated apartment is being taken away piece by literal piece. I, of course, am content to live and eat in the bedroom (it’ll keep cleaning down to a minimum, plus, I can organize the moving piles more effectively), while Juan, being far more civilized, finds it practical to keep a few “necessary objects” like a table and chairs. We have found a happy medium and have sold the majority of large pieces of furniture. Now the place is starting to echo. This is a good sign!