I have a confession to make. I have another problem. One I have not admitted out loud. However, this new city has made me confess; consequences of recently discussed long periods of time in my apartment.
I have a PILLOW problem. Yes that’s correct. A Pillow problem. ( Certain previous roommates and mother, may be jumping for joy, or saying Finally!) I cannot stop buying/giving away/rearranging/moving/fluffing/changing my mind when it comes to pillows. I have pillows stuffed away in the closet, in a storage bin, under my bed and on their way to Goodwill. Not including the lucky ones who have remained on the sectional.
I am even in the midst of searching for new ones. Please don’t kill me mom 🙂 Does anyone else have this problem? This has got to be some sort of Syndrome. Pillow debacle syndrome.
The lucky few…. for now. Are there any cures for this?