I’ve spent my adult years moving my own furniture, including when I buy new things and I’ve finally reached the end of my desire to save a few bucks by moving my own shite. No more.
I’m done. I finally get it.
Of course no elevators and living on the top floor have quickened my change of heart.
I can either pay for delivery service or start dating again. Just kidding, I’ll pay for delivery.
This was one easy goal to reach.