And I had a similar “come to Jesus” moment, as I stood at the bottom of my 5th-floor walkup (it’s called the 4th floor, but the steps don’t lie y’all. Who caught this part of Emily in Paris?), armed with a sideboard that needed to land in my living room.
Read MoreSo, literally, I may be a few days away from my dream home. But if I’ve learned anything from this past month, it’s that home has nothing to do with an address or a name on a mailbox (though having my name on the mailbox of my new place is something I’m quite looking forward to).
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