Packing the wagon train
For the big move! We drove through a blizzard, T. was in a bank that got robbed and the 249th St. Patricks Day Parade marched on, and we’re still not done! Even though I’ve gone dark on the blog, I’m still thinking — and while I was in Vermont (my childhood home), I thought a lot about the idea of home, emotionally and psychologically. And also about style — how much or how little you can take from your parents style. I took some photos too. Will post when move is complete.
