I’m pretty sure everyone agrees that moving, while exciting, is one of the most exhausting ways to spend a weekend. At least that’s how I felt the past few days, which were spent lugging boxes and evaluating the financial and emotional worth of the belongings I’ve accumulated since moving west.
Luckily I had a partner in crime to to make it as fun as possible– my friend/ former roomie Kate— and it was a pretty much a comedy show all day long. The slow drive-bys checking out the shoes lined up in the yard, us trying to ignore the rumble of thunder getting closer and closer (it definitely poured on all our stuff in the driveway) trying to create the most logical route in the U-haul….. We joked that we were like the blind leading the blind, trying our hardest to be efficient but winding up drinking wine and reminiscing about our days of living single, wondering when we got old enough to be putting stuffed animals from ex’s and framed Sex and the City posters in the giveaway pile and moving in with men who have real jobs (we are both aspiring freelancers.) It was a very “this is not my beautiful life” moment, which was a good feeling.
my (old) bedroom window
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Kate and me on moving day
xoxo little house on Clement, you’re the first place I called home in California.
pictures by one part gypsy