Woops. We are ridiculous. First we cause ourselves some ulcers then we go back to the apartment we debated about for far too long and now we are moving in October. No, we don’t have time to move, and no we are not made of money, and no I am not as excited about the neighborhood, but I LOVE THE SPACE!! This photo doesn’t do the place justice…I’ll just have to take more. So, yes we are moving, and yes I am terrible at getting organized to move, and yes this is going to cause a larger ulcer, and yes it maybe doesn’t make a ton of sense, and yes we will get to take care of my bro’s dog for 6 months, but yes…I AM EXCITED! People come visit! I promise the bathroom is not right next to the living room anymore…but now you might want to bring ear plugs if the sound of a train passing by bothers you.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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