Home again home again

My little brother picked me up at the airport and transported the futon in its box back to the car on his skateboard. Eventually we made it back to the house in Blue Ash and he carried the futon upstairs where he commandeered it for his own during the duration of his stay.

A month or two later we moved to another house in nearby Deer Park, another suburb of Cincinnati. The futon moved with us, this time residing in the spare bedroom across the hall from his room. Here it stayed for quite some time, allowing me to read on it in the early hours of the morning when I came home from work in the bar, before my boyfriend would wake up for the day.

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Amber on August 2, 1999 from Cincinnati, United States

from the travel blog: The Travelling Futon

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