I'm moving again. It's all very exciting, but the amount of stuff I've acquired in the last year is terrifying. After just packing two closets, I can tell this move isn't going to be as quick and easy as the last.
My sister says that's what happens when you've lived. And I have lived!
I have picked up a lot of stuff since I've moved to Idaho, but I'm realizing slowly that it's really all junk.
But my sister was sympathetic, and to show that she wasn't sad to be related to someone with pack-rat tendencies, she treated me and Matt to a pop rocks show. Doesn't her head look like it's about the explode?