After Daniel and I moved by ourselves, okay we had one day where a friend helped us, I treated myself to a concert in Salt Lake. I went with my friend Tera to The XX. It was great the crowd was a little weird and we decided that we were too old for concerts, but overall it was worth it. Daniel was super bummed that her had to stay in Atlanta because of school, but was glad that one of us got to go to The XX.
It was AWESOME.
Totally beautiful, but I feel that way every time I come to
Charlottesville and I know why he always wanted to stay on his mountain
in Monticello. It had a kickin' kitchen, the Chateau de Chenonceau (France) was
better, way better, but they had French copper pots in this kitchen and
that is always a mega bonus. I was amazed to find out that he died with
so much debt. It was worth a small house ($150,000) in today's money
and I can't imagine what it was with inflation. He also didn't free his
slaves like most people think. He only freed four; two were his
children, one he promised his freedom for becoming his french chef and
teaching others, and his butler. He had an awesome garden. I wanted to buy some seeds that he had cross bred, but they didn't sell any. They only sold harvested seeds from Monticello, but conveniently none of the species he "invented."
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My reader just updated me about this post so I hope I'm not several weeks out-of-date. But your apartment sounds AWESOME! I'm jealous except for the part about how I hate moving and am still in the middle of it...
So true about moving.
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