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Maddy Douglass

Knitter and lawyer in San Francisco. 

Loves coffee, crafting, culture, and cheese plates.

"Say what you mean, mean what you say." 

 

So long, sublet!


We have come, my dear Bloggees, to the end of an era: my summer sublet has ended. I have officially moved home. My room is in a shambles, my family is remembering what it's like to constantly schlep me to the morning ferry, and my dogs can't stop sniffing me and wondering where I've been. Ahh, it's good to be home!

The sublet was not a perfect experience. Dogsitting was a lot more responsibility than we had originally anticipated (shocking, right?) I'm pretty sure we killed their garden. And, I had to travel for half the time I was renting, and feel like I wasted a month's worth of rent sitting in hotel rooms. There were also a lot of positives, however - one being that I got to know Daisy and spend time with such a sweet, loyal, loveable beast.

It is strange to think I'll probably never see her again, but maybe this experience is really just a microcosm of the greater lessons in life: you go through the world, interacting with people, and you find that some stay in your life, and some part ways with you after a period of time. In this case, the "person" just happened to be a Bernese Mountain dog. Go figure.

Well, it was fun while it lasted! I am grateful for the experience, happy to have learned responsibility for another living creature, and relieved that at home I am not the sole caretaker of my two little pooches. It's a mixed bag of emotions, clearly.

...On move-out morning, I almost teared up. But you didn't hear it from me.

 

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