Today is my dad’s birthday. I sat in my uncle’s office for a couple of hours, listening to him rant about all of my dad’s offenses against him. At points, I thought he was going to cry. But I took it in. Now I need to dump this energy. Have his birthday dinner, then hoping to get to the gym before it closes.
Feeling sad.
Let go of the loft out of practicality considerations. Took a picture of the 7 though, before I left. At 440K, a 2 bedroom 1200 sq ft flat was just too good of an investment to pass up. Trying to convince Bohr to rent out his place and get one, too, both because it’s a better place for him to live and because the investment value is strong. I’m going to be living in a unit that’s an 11. 9 needs 11 to get to 22.
Let’s make it happen.