I know I mentioned it earlier, but moving out of my parent's house -- officially -- has been an incredibly surreal experience. It is strange because I've been out of my parent's house (give or take) for the past 6 or 7 years now, but I have always used the garage/closets/attic as storage unit for all the things I just didn't have room for. Now, I'm being forced to take a good hard look at all the things I've been saving for years and deciding what I really want to keep.
Some of my favorite pack rack discoveries include: My 6th grade portfolio, which provided endlessly entertaining reading material ("I like that I am intelligence..."), my hair piece from my senior year musical, which looked like a dead animal and scared me half to death, old love letters and cards (we're talking from the 8th grade here -- hilarious), and a VHS copy of my performance in "Sleeping Beauty." If I had a VHS player, I'd be watching it right now.
We moved all of this, plus our Christmas decorations, books, dishes, CDs, etc. last weekend and filled up Robert's truck. That was just stuff we were moving BACK to LA!! I wish I had taken pictures.
Even though we don't have a place to live yet, which freaks my parents out to no end, we have already started packing. How did all of our stuff automatically double?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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