Oh, am I ever counting. I've been counting since October when we officially found out that we were moving to Madison. It's starting to feel very real. We're about to make our last rent payment. We sold our dresser on Craigslist. We have a huge Goodwill pile, already. I see many trips to the donation center in our near future. I even packed a box yesterday with the little one's "help". Turns out she prefers to unpack.
It's exciting. Moving provides a fresh start. It forces you to eliminate anything unnecessary from your life, like maybe a pair of scrub pants with two holes in the crotch area:
I wasn't kidding about the holes (and make that at least two):
I've kept these scrub pants for five years! Obviously, I can't wear them like this (although I'm embarrassed to admit that apparently I must have at some point). They remind me of my first nursing job. The name of the hospital I worked for, which is where I met my husband, is on the right leg. They have sentimental value what can I say? A good alternative title for this post would have been "You know you're a pack rat when...". But then I'd have to admit that I am a pack rat and that's just something I'm not prepared to do. Ask me again in 24 days...
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Memories are to be kept. Keep them and it can be the story you tell little Poppy about how mommy and daddy met. You will not forget it if you have concrete evidence, or maybe you do want to forget it (ha, ha).
Memories are to be kept. Keep them and it can be the story you tell little Poppy about how mommy and daddy met. You will not forget it if you have concrete evidence, or maybe you do want to forget it (ha, ha).
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