Somewhere, lost in the towers of boxes that line the walls of our apartment, is my clarity of thought. Oh and our daily routine. We've located our pajamas, toothbrushes, and of course the legos, but all else is momentarily unavailable. We are all a little batty at the moment, longing for the humdrum of everyday life, where things are where they should be, and every impulse is not followed by a blind search through everything we own. Until things settle a little bit more, I'm afraid all I can do is post pictures. For now, please fill in the stories. I promise to return with words in the not too distant future.
March 18, 2008
New Neighbor
Somewhere, lost in the towers of boxes that line the walls of our apartment, is my clarity of thought. Oh and our daily routine. We've located our pajamas, toothbrushes, and of course the legos, but all else is momentarily unavailable. We are all a little batty at the moment, longing for the humdrum of everyday life, where things are where they should be, and every impulse is not followed by a blind search through everything we own. Until things settle a little bit more, I'm afraid all I can do is post pictures. For now, please fill in the stories. I promise to return with words in the not too distant future.
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