The day I recieved the futon

The guy I was dating at the time was getting ready to leave the islands. As a result he gave me a futon as he no longer had any need for it and would be unable to transport it back to the states easily. Therefore I inherited it, more appropriately it is a yo, not a futon, but I like to call it the travelling futon. This is the tale of it's travels and experiences.

We squished it into the back of "Greybie" my little Toyota Tercel and off it went on it's first journey from his apartment near the bay to mine up near Rainbow Falls. I think I kept it propped up in a corner of my room and there it rested.

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Amber on May 1, 1993 from Hilo, United States

from the travel blog: The Travelling Futon

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