First Box

 So we're looking at a move. But we have approximately 8 months to prepare. Should be plenty of time right? And yet here I am feeling the anxiety. Last move Don's new company gave him a relocation package and the movers did all the work. This time it's all on us. 

The main thing I want to do is downsize, which is ironic because we are going to a larger home. However, I don't want to store all this stuff that we don't use. I also want to transfer long term storage items into clear plastic crates rather than cardboard boxes to make things more stable. 

I have gone up in our attic before but apparently getting up is a lot easier for me than getting down. To that end getting down with boxes in my hands would not be possible. But that's why I have a strong handsome husband. So I went up with him, pointed at a few boxes I wanted, and asked him to bring them down. 

One box was all my old school stuff. So fun and yet hard seeing that. I keep thinking I need to get my teaching license again but every time I start to work on it I get distracted. I need to focus. 

Another box I asked him to pull was my mission and for lack of better terminology, previous life stuff. But one cannot simply change things from one box to another. One has to take a peek. 

And so I give you pictures of pictures:

This is my high school best bud Lori. And that's me and Lori having fun in a photo booth. 

Lori was pretty much Miss Popularity. (Now that I think of it we were pretty much polar opposites. I'm grateful she was such a good friend to me.) Every girl choice dance I doubled with her. And yes, that's my late 80's early 90's hair. Got to love the hairspray. I hope the environment / ozone layer forgives me.

And then I went to college. Lori was going to Weber State so we decided that would be a good thing for me to do as well. Turns out I got in, she didn't. And then I got a full scholarship in music so I decided I would still go. 

Skip a year or so and here's my fun roommates. That's me in the green shirt on the right - first I took the picture, then I tried to get out of the picture, then I joined. 

Pretty soon I was on my mission. I enjoyed looking at my mission photos but the only one I took a picture was this one. It's the entire mission but I closed up on me and Misty - aka Sister Dalton. I only served a month with her but we connected instantly. We still chat every so often. I'm in the read sweater vest, Misty is next to me on the right (red hair). 

Then I headed back to college where eventually I became vice president of Chamber Choir. Still don't quite know how that happened. Looking back at my college experience I did everything I could to not be social or even be seen as social. This was a Chamber Choir mug shot. I vaguely remember not wanting my picture taken so I threw up my folder at the last minute. The result: 

Then I found my younger years. I so do not recognize that girl. Curly hair (think it must of been a perm) and glasses? And that's my brother Joseph - I sent this to him and he went straight to commenting on his bowl cut. I do remember playing in the sand box a lot though. 

I think this was post mission. That's Kipper. If you look closely you will see he's cross-eyed. Poor dog was probably wondering what his human was doing. "Smile for the camera!"

My grandma, aunt Jackie, and cousin Jennifer - from right to left. 

My all time favorite picture of Michael doing yard work with my unsuspecting mother. 

Oh, and in the same box was this of Don. Rebekah requested I put this in here. Can't say I blame her: he was such a cute little guy.