The past month was a dozy with sorting, separating and selling years of memories.
Okay, in the end, those things were just furniture, home school books, DVD’s,
videos, some art and other years of
Oops, I mean things.
We are meant to move; it is time.
as we make piles of our possessions,
we can take whatever we want, within reason.
It does cost to ship after all.
It is a collection of over a decade.
I feel like Annie and Nina when they moved
after George stupidly sold their home of decades,
Nina took whole roll of pictures of the tree.
Today not being limited by a roll,
we will have lots to cull through later.
(Father of the Bride 2)
I take lots of pictures! An understatement!
Two days before we returned
to our other home, my new computer hard drive crashed.
I lost all the vacation photos and a few others.
The external hard drive was sitting next to it, ready for plug in.
I am snapping like crazy and saving too.
My sweet Love Princess reminded me;
our memories are in our heads.
It’s okay we don’t have our pictures.
The memories are in our heads… and hearts.
But she still wanted her rocks and shells
collected from far and wide.
Selling videos; some we have had since the older now adult kids were little.
So many books. We all chose our favorites. Almost no limit there. We love books!
Will I forget to snap that one thing we’ll want to
Will I carry a camera everywhere, to take all those photos?
Reflecting on old travel books,
there are magnificent photos
which is amazing
because they had to cart glass plates
on camel, donkey, horse or cart
to get to place we hop on a flat bed truck too
and hold our breath around the hairpin curves.
Our home has 3 digitals.
I hope for the