lily.

i am now part of the way through the big move.
i finished packing up all of my things in my room, packed up the car, and then mom and i headed up to philadelphia for the night.
as i was packing up my room, deciding which odds and ends i wanted to take with me, i found myself feeling oddly sad, sentimental, and conflicted about whether or not i should take my favorite and only childhood rag doll, lily.

when i was very young we used to get toy catalogs around christmas time. i would daydream about rose window kits and having my very own pet sea monkeys, but one christmas i picked out this doll, among other things. and my bestemor (norwegian for grandmother) bought her for me.
she came in a different dress than the one she is wearing now, but i took all of the nice dresses from my american girl doll, kirsten, who i did not like or ever play with, and gave them to lily.
i loved her and would carry her around the house with me. i still love her, which is why i felt so conflicted as to whether i should bring her along.

in the end i decided to leave her at home. i figured she'd be safer there, and i set her on the chair with the rest of my stuffed animals i had in my room. i figured she could stay and hang out with her friends while i'm gone.

we're heading out at 6am tomorrow, planning to get in tomorrow evening. i'm so excited about the move. we have freshly baked homemade cinnamon rolls for the carride, and one nervous but adorably cute and fluffy mini-tiger named joey to keep us company on the road trip up.

all the best,
laura <3