It may not look like anything other than a bunch of tags on the wall, but each one is a day to pull off and recycle.
It's The Countdown!
Today I took off number 86. We're down to 85 days!
Ripping that little tag off the wall gave me a happy dance!!
It wasn't quite as good as The Happy Papi Dance, but it was happy.
It's my contribution to the excitement of our departure.
Wanna see Papi's contribution?
He likes to make piles of dirty socks around the house.
Can you say hoarder?
I envision one day where we can't walk down the halls because there are socks up to the roof.
Oh, did I tell you we still don't have any heat?
My Gratitude Buddy lent me a space heater, so I finally got to wash my hair.
Yes, it's all about my hair.
Do you see the socks in the bottom left corner of the floor.
Maybe posting this for the world to see ...
... hello russia! ...
... he'll start cleaning up his socks.
Anyway, part of the reason I need a space heater is not just because the building is neglecting our rights to heat, but because my dearest Papi likes to leave the balcony door open.
Don't judge me for the mess. You would have the same issue if you lived in Our Closet of 454 sq. ft.
However, this was supposed to be about The Countdown!
i have an enthusiastic outlook on life