One of my favorite sayings is "a place for everything, and a thing for every place." I am SUCH a sentimental and nostalgic person, that it is extremely hard for me to get rid of things. However, getting married, receiving many wonderful wedding presents, and moving to an apartment half the size of each of our apartments in Caracas means some things have got to go. Mike loves sorting and consolidating, so every time we get rid of something, he feels happy, but I feel sad. Poor guy, every time he holds something up and says "can this go?" I get all teary-eyed and say "but I got that when I was 12 at such and such a place and such and such a time!" It's been exhausting for both of us. But such is life in the Foreign Service. Moving every two years means you can't hold on to every little thing. And anyway, as my mom always says, "people are more important than things," and Mike's the most important thing in my life now. Just gotta make sure I pack him up with me each time I move from this point on :)
Luckily, we are about done sorting and donating/tossing, and it feels so nice to be settled into our own apartment, and everything has a place. To help ease the pain of getting rid of some things, I took some pictures of some of the memories I uncovered and thought I'd blog about them so they're not lost forever!
I think this will probably be a series of blog posts (there are a lot of pictures), so thanks in advance for indulging me in this bit of sentimentality/memory recording.
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