My parents have started bringing us boxes down from Idaho. Boxes filled with stuff that we left there when we moved to Arizona. Stuff we have yet to collect. Now that we have our own home, they have decided it's time for our stuff to find a place in it. And I agree! This week's box contained a few pieces of clothing I haven't seen in three years, a bag of fleece for a blanket that was never made, a bag of orphan socks and all of the stuff from my desk at my last job. Interesting stuff (not really). Most of it probably won't be sticking around for long.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
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We have a couple of those boxes downstairs too. It's kind of amazing the stuff that you don't get rid of when you move and what you have that you can live without. It's always an adventure to open them and see what you haven't been missing for so long.
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