The Move, Part I

As much as I love Luke, and as I'm so excited for our place that can't be mandated by BYU, I really hate moving. I'm not very good at packing. And leaving always makes me sad. 

I started already. My walls are looking barer. My shelves are halfway emptied. I really liked this room. It was small, and usually too full of my things. But it's been nice. I'll be sad to see it go.

Is it weird that I wish I'd taken more pictures of it before I started taking it apart?

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