I had a snowday yesterday. I spent it packing. I rumpled newspapers and unspooled packing tape and hauled all the boxes I'd been saving (since our wedding!) out of the attic.(In retrospect, this is one of the greenest things I've ever done. When we got married 2 1/2 years ago, I received extremely generous, near-daily deliveries of registry gifts packed in enormous, sturdy boxes. I knew we were going to be moving someday. Our house has a cavernous, mostly empty attic. I kept the boxes, and yesterday I was so thankful.)
This is our back kitchen. We are moving. It is really happening.
Sniff, sniff. Before I started doing any major packing, I walked around and took pictures of "the way it was." Someday, when we're gone from this place, I'm going to be very glad I did that. My mom tells me all the time how much she wishes she had pictures of her & my dad's first apartment. Patrick and I never had a first apartment, but we had a first house. As much as I'm eager to get to Gilbertsville, this Binghamton house will always have a place in my heart. Firsts are like that.
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Good thinking on the box saving and the picture taking!
Oh, to have a cavernous attic again............
Super exciting! I definitely wish I had taken more pictures of our first few apartments. I can remember them distinctly still, but I still wish I had taken pictures so when my brain stops remembering I could look back.
SO EXCITING!!! if you need help Zoey is really good at schlepping stuff... actually, she would be very good at helping you UNpack!! give a shout if you need us for hard labor OR just company!!
I may take you up on that. Patrick is going to be out of town A LOT with the new band. I'm biting my nails, just a little. :)
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