John and I are moving. From our sweet little apartment in Atlanta (the interior of which we love, the exterior of which--due to a crazy amount of construction--makes us want to take turns jabbing his fancy art pencils in our eyes) to the The Big Smog. My favorite town. The city of angels.

The very words "los angeles" being about the only Spanish I know, I am super excited about learning a new language. Of course, I took three Spanish classes. So. That might not go well.

I found out that it's going to cost around $900 to rent the smallest truck U-Haul has and a dolly to tow my car. I also found out that I can buy a sofa, a stool, six chairs, four tables, a bed frame, a TV stand, two computer desks, two night stands, a chest of drawers, and two lamps from Ikea for $980.93.

Can I get an Amen?

Now, I said to myself, "Holy crap! I can buy the coolest furniture in the world for the price I'd pay to get our current furniture to L.A."

Our current furniture. I mean that in a transient sense. Because very little of it was ours to begin with. Like, our current apartment, which was first used by other people...and will soon become something totally depressing--a $90,000 condo...ahem...and will be used by others after us. Our tables were originally at home in my parents' first apartment in 1972. Our entertainment center belonged to my sister and her husband. They have now built a house and have an entertainment center strong enough to withstand a cow dropping out of an airplane and landing on it. The couch and the bed belonged to my dad's parents. I really have no idea how old they are.

The furniture that does belong to us fits into two categories: 1) furniture my parents bought for me when I was ten and 2) more reasons for us to love Target.

I not-so-secretly want to blow every penny we make working in New York this summer on Barbie dolls and furniture that will be so insanely in-the-moment trendy, we'll be forced, by our own will or that of local officials, to replace it all in no more than five years.

Fortunately for those who love me, I rarely ever allow myself to give in to such purchases. Which reminds me, I know more Spanish than just "the angels." I also know most car dealerships offer "credito facil."

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