Living with a klutz must be rough

I think it’s entirely possible that the reason my underneath neighbors recently moved was because of the frequency with which I drop things on the floor. (This thought just occurred to me while recoiling from the SMACK of a hefty bag of frozen chicken breasts tumbling from my hands onto the hardwood floor.)

Cringe. Sorry downstairs neighbors. The ones that are still there..

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I made this same telepathic apology the night before last when my overloaded coat stand crashed to the floor at approximately 1:30am. Turns out one of the three wooden feet had cracked under the pressure of the thirty-odd coats, jackets, and sweatshirts I’d piled on it.

Guess we all have our limits.

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Elizabeth is an American living in South Korea who believes in destiny, miracles, and living life intentionally. She holds to simple faith in a complex world, values the beauty of the everyday, and strives for vulnerability with other imperfect humans. She is always learning, laughing, and finding herself in awe of grace.

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