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Spending a couple of days at my Grandma’s house brought home quite a few lesson.

Lessons like:

1. Jello used to require recipe books.

2. If you’re ever putting away your fifth set of dishes, you might want to reconsider your place setting requirements.

3. Finding VHS tapes of my childhood is both sweet and incredibly frustrating.

4. There must have, at some point in time, been a run on suitcase locks. Or my Grandma, who didn’t fly until her 60s and only ever then for her yearly visit, had no valid explanation for the thirty locks and keys she owned.

5. If you have a clock that chimes every 15 minutes and a clock that chimes every hour, you should make those two clocks tell the same time.

6. Some clocks can be stopped from chiming by removing their battery.

7. Just because an appliance is adorable and old doesn’t mean it works well.

8. It does, however, mean I’ll want to own it. (I’m looking at you, Waring blender.)

9. And then my mom will talk me out of bringing home the standing Edison fan.

10. And I will be sad. And self-regulated breeze-less.

If only my new place

Came with a standing fan closet

I could have won that argument

Regrets,

Megan

10 Lessons from My Grandma’s House

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Grandma's Home

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?)

(Amateur laziness.)

Yet, despite my dislike, packing has seemed to become an every day part of my life.

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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.

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And then, this past weekend, my mom and I flew to St. Louis.

To pack up and move my Grandma’s home.

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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

My grandparents

Were all about the radio,

Megan

Please Ignore How Much Make-Up I Wore In High School

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I don’t think of my Grandma as an awkward woman.

(Some family gifts are mine alone.)

But I found some evidence that maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe awkwardness is more hereditary than I thought.

Last night, as Skye and Lindsey patiently watched video after video in my search to find a specific one of my Grandma, I came across this one.

And I think there’s an 82.7% chance you’re going to think this is the most boring, strange video I’ve ever shared.

(Or you’ve ever watched.)

(Depending on how much time you devote to watching boring videos.)

(Personally, I try to keep Boring Video Time to a minimum.)

(But I often have a lot of nap time to catch up on.)

It’s a video of my Grandma and my Uncle Bob.

(Family Cheat Sheet: my Grandpa’s youngest brother.)

And I could tell you all about their adorable relationship and how he drove her to the grocery store every week and how she’d make extra food for him to take home and how he promised my Grandpa he’d look after her.

But I think that video speaks for itself.

Every single one of your comments on yesterday’s post

Is the sweetest thing ever

So

Thank you,

Megan

Grandma + Video Camera = Awkward?

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