trinket

Hey, moving takes the precedence off the normal around you stuff and makes everything equal. A kind of cultivator of human posessions.

There's a reason you don't throw anything away at the other end, but I don't know what it is.

The first thing I found when I moved in here was a Blu Tac mould of my last dog (Poppy) that my ex's sister made and it still holds pride of place and I never ask why.

Hope you've made yourself at home. Good luck to you.

P.