Moving blahs

I hate moving. With moving comes all of the horrible shit that you have to do but hate, yet along with moving comes the adventure. Nothing sums it up better than Bryn's face. This was taken at a gas station in Atlanta when I realized that the only way to keep her happy was to take pictures of her. She is not your typical child. I don't know why but she absolutely adores the camera. She can be in a fit of rage and if you pull out the camera she starts laughing. This is the fun part of moving not like the stuff you put off doing because it's so awful. Like going through your closets. You find a box with things in it that you completely forgot about and boom, the obligatory walk down memory lane. The obligatory walk is the fun part though, until you realize you've spent nearly an hour going through things that you now realize you have to repack, fun fun. Today, I found the handkerchiefs my grandmother gave me, my diploma from college, honeymoon pictures I thought I had lost and a bottle of Chanel perfume I decided I couldn't wear until I turned fifty. I can't wait to see what I find when we finally unpack, hopefully some money.