I moved again and couldn't find my camera prior to the move, and since have found it impossible to even begin to know where to look. Bedroom? Maybe. Attic? Maybe. Big storage unit full of all kinds of indiscernible cardboard wrapped belongings? Maybe. Laptop bag that hasn't been touched for years? BINGO!
The Rundown o' Changes.
I've moved, for the 11th time in 5 years. Ridiculous, I know. My partner/manfriend/live-in hottie/samboer and I became foster guardians to a really great, sweet, kind, bright, and independent 14 year old from our neighborhood, and I'm departing my current job in 8 days to begin my two year graduate program, and an exciting new internship! Full plate? Ya, you betcha!
I had previously named my bike "Lucky" because I won it through BikeTown for writing an essay, it didn't stick. I don't think it's quite right, and have been taking suggestions from friends on Facebook. Lots of good names, and so far the front runner is Gertrude the Grocery Getter. Gertie or Gert for short. Still very open to suggestions!
Peace.