Old and new memories

I didn't actually have much time this last week to stretch my brain muscle and come up with something to write.

Solution: Post some pictures I took while tidying and packing up my life to move into my new home.

It's an odd collection, but if you'd like to know me better here are a few odds and ends I took pics of to send to various friends (emphasis you'll find, should be placed on the word "odd")

I'm one of THOSE tourists. The ones who can't resist the mugs, the key rings or the spoons with the name of the place you're visiting on them

I'll always love you Cheetara. You will always have a place in my home - even if for now it's hidden safely from Neil in the garage.

I didn't expect to find so much of Lindsay still in my room and life... but I'm so happy I did. I still miss her all the time and I hope she would have loved my new home and have been proud of how eventually even I have to grow up a little.

Trace is actually visiting from the US at the moment. In a good way, she hasn't really changed since this photo was taken almost 10 years ago. Still kind, funny and beautiful.

THE pink bathroom. I should have gotten the tiles in this image so you could see the full, glorious effect. 

Apparently I don't keep only MY old student cards. What a weird surprise! (and no... I don't know why I keep ANY student cards. I just do)

Two very funny brothers. Glad I've known them for as long as I have!

Just one of those small examples of how caring Luce is.

After a 20-something hour flight out to London to possibly say goodbye to a sick friend in hospital, we arrived to find Lucy had come to pick us up at the airport, written instructions so we wouldn't get lost, cooked us supper and had hugs at the ready. 

And she's one of those people who has NO idea that what she does isn't every day normal behavior.

Once upon a time a group of friends drove to Durban for a weekend. Taking home a spur table piece seemed like a good idea at the time. As did fashioning a petrol cap from a red bull can.

Old friends: What ever happened to Frizzy? I hear he's happy and that makes me oddly happy too. 

Some boys are so funny. You just can't help loving them in the end...

Again, I  have no idea why I would have this, having never gone to Stellenberg myself, but it makes me smile and so I'm awfully glad it fell into my hands. I wish we'd already become friends when we were both this age  - I think highschool might have been more bearable for both of us. Definitely for me!

I remember when you guys met. I remember how happy I was for my friend. I remember a few years later taking this photo and still feeling happy for you :)

This morning I woke up and felt the same kind of happy for myself.