Moving day.
The day I lost my space. My amazing open room with a giant walk-in closet, a bathroom, tiled floor, sweet view of the downtown is gone. Lost it to Andrew.
Now I'm in this little hole, the bedroom right next to my previous one.
It was a disaster moving in there.
I attempted to put my dresser in the closet, hoping it would fit. The dresser fit inside the closet great. But the drawers would not open. So close to opening too, just about 1/2 an inch, but the closet doors blocked their opening.
So, how to fix this problem - rip out the baseboards.
Out come the chisels and hammer. I tore out one of the baseboards of the closet and checked to see if the drawers would open.
Nope.
So, time to tear out the baseboard on the other side of the closet. The room is now a disaster.
And the solution works. I'm now able to open the drawers. What an exciting story.
So now I have to live in a tiny room. Oh well, maybe I'll learn how to cope eventually.
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That's a sad story Daryl. So, so sad. I'll be in the same predicament next year when I move into West Hall. I'll deal with it though...AND SO WILL YOU!
Be strong.
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