This is our last week in our little town. As much as I've complained, I'm going to miss this place. We've already said goodbye to our favorite restaurants in town, with final meals at each and every one. It's hard to let someone else do the cooking for you, but for memories sake I did it.
We have a few goodbye parties to attend and then will head out of town. It's kind of hard to know what to wear to a goodbye lunch. Do I go 'bright and cheery' for the future or 'sad and gloomy' for the past?
As you can tell, I went with sad and gloomy. Sparkles just didn't seem appropriate for a goodbye lunch.
Thank you for all of the 'yay you're moving' love. I saw a few people raise their hands to come help pack, but not that many. Don't make me bring my junk over to your house and force you to pack for me. I will do it. Let's see those hands in the in air.
I'm pretty sure packing my clothes is the last thing I will be doing. (Correction: Packing everything in our house will be the last thing I will be doing.) I've tried to pack my clothes twice and I just end up finding new outfits and trying them on. Like this outfit. Had it not been for me not packing, I would have never put this outfit on. You can thank my procrastination skills later.
