Who would have guessed that my daughter’s quest to furnish a new apartment would inadvertently turn me into a porch pirate.
The quest for a new place started a few months ago. Our daughter lives about 40 minutes from us, and it’s nearly an hour drive to and from her classes. And since they are mainly in the evenings, the thought of cutting that drive time in half was appealing. I assume that moving closer to us was a close second?