Yesterday I moved, I was so excited that I couldn't help but lose sleep the night before.
My husband and I are both in our 30s, graduated from 12 years, worked in the field, we lived a rented life, rented a whole set, rented a single room, rented a group rent, thinking about those days, I really feel a pang of heartache. Sometimes I change the house three times a year, carry my own bits and pieces, and I will regret it, if I found a house at that time, I would not live such a life, but fortunately, I survived.
The house is hard to do by the husband's supervision, he is also at work, only a single break, many places are actually very unsatisfactory, but in the end it is their own, I said that next time we have experience, this is by no means our only house.
The bed was sent by the in-laws, said to be solid wood, although the style is not matched, but it is very comfortable and practical. Home appliances, decorations are all purchased online by me, with children do not have time to go to the mall, he will not let me pick a enough [cute] [cute].
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