I forgot to mention that Paul rearranged the furniture while I was staying at my parents last weekend. No more nightmares. Coincidence? Perhaps. But I like the new layout better anyway.
It's strange. I know that someone my age (mid-20's, gads, can't believe I'm in my mid-20's already) is supposed to prefer living in the city, particularly in North Beach, but I find myself heading back to my parents place. I don't think it has anything to do with Paul, but maybe something to do with the fact that the cat is still living with my parents. And as much as I did enjoy living in Paris, I'm pretty much done with the city life and would much rather reside in the mundane suburbs. A white picket fence might be nice too.
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