I am officially a homeowner. Or, at least, a condo owner. I spent all of Friday scrubbing down every surface I could reach in preparation of move in (of course, on Saturday, aka Move-In Day, it snowed. What a pain). Though it’s a tiny place–not more than eight hundred square feet–and a little lacking in storage, the former owner still managed to leave behind some curious objects in the nooks and crannies:
- A plastic shoe horn;
- A box of trauma gauze (location: bottom shelf in the bedroom closet);
- An unopened package containing a cooking apron which is both waterproof and a “stylish look,” according to the label;
- An aluminum pot;
- An old National Geographic map with his life travels marked in red marker (Kiev, Czechoslovakia; Dublin, Ireland; and New York, New York); and, behind the map
- A single, colorful Czechoslovakian note/bill. Worth: unknown.
I wonder what the stories are behind all of that.