Memories

The air is thick with memories 'round these parts. After all, last year at this time, Todd and I were busy selling off our stuff and preparing to move. My days consisted of procuring boxes, wrapping things in bubble wrap, and trying to be patient as endless streams of people who saw our stuff on Craigslist wanted to come lowball me on the price. And now, here we are again, preparing to move, though at least this time it's just to a nearby city. Last year, too, we had a vacation in the works -- the roadtrip that took us 3,200 miles away from home. And two weeks from today, we are going far away again, to Peru. But this time we're coming back.

To prepare for our upcoming move, I posted an ad on Craigslist today to sell the treadmill that took me nowhere. Of course, this brought back memories of all the ads I posted last year that resulted in the sale of most of our possessions. (This was also because we still have all the pictures on the computer -- anybody want to buy a bike that I no longer own?) And it turns out that there were some pictures on the camera that we hadn't downloaded yet, from good times had months ago. I think it's always exciting to discover pictures you forgot existed. Here's a little walk down memory lane:

It took me a few minutes to figure out what this one is. Not long after we moved here, Todd and I played tourist. This is me peering over the pew at an old church -- it might be the Old North Church or something, but I'm not sure. I found it funny that the pews were so enclosed, and even had little doors. That way you don't have to interact with anybody. Which is as God intended, apparently.

This is the state house in Concord, New Hampshire. In September or early October last year, Todd and I took a day trip to the north. We saw some leaves and stopped off in the capital. We were still in travel mode, I think, since this picture looks pretty similar to the state house picture we took in Boise, Idaho. I think we were taking an unconscious tour of state capitals.

These two are of Kennebunkport, Maine. For my birthday last year, Todd and I went to Portland, but on our way home, we stopped to see where the rich and famous hang out. This is where they do it. Although I don't think the truly wealthy "hang out." They enjoy pursuits that sound more sophisticated, like "dining" and "entertaining." Unfortunately, we don't have any pictures of actual rich people in their natural habitat. Sorry.