I am so happy that the sorting and packing stage is getting done.
The mounds of stuff that had overtaken my room have now been contained into luggage and manageable sized piles. I got some old friends to pose with my bags and while taking the pics noticed my little friends are not so very cheerful looking.
Maybe my Jennifer doll is having horror flashbacks from her first trip across the ocean. The trip that forever changed her life when her arm was smashed into a footlocker and badly broken. And just so you don't have to continue wondering, no Jennifer is not going with me this time, she will stay here safely waiting in my cedar chest.
