I hate packing.
This often manifests itself in the not-quite-a-good-plan situation of my frantically throwing things in a suitcase the morning I’m leaving for a trip.
(What, you pack the night before?)
Yet, despite my dislike, packing has seemed to become an every day part of my life.
First there was my paint-filled move.
Then I discovered my dad doesn’t plan to let me store countless boxes of junk throughout his home forever.
(But who’s going to care for my Pogs?!)
So now I also spend a couple of nights a week at his place, going through my things and then carting them off to my place.
And then, this past weekend, my mom and I flew to St. Louis.
To pack up and move my Grandma’s home.
And for the life of me, I can’t come up with more to write about it.
So here are some photos I took.
Of all the little details I want to remember.
And if you have need.
Of a comically over-sized phone.
I just might be able to hook you up.
If you didn’t notice
Were all about the radio,
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