Welcome to my new blog, for all those who follow me. Which, since I know who I gave the address to, I know is three people. When I made my last blog, I thought it'd be one I could keep forever, and I did manage to post a lot. But lately I've realized that Tumblr was not the type of blog site that best suited my style, so I switched back to blogger. Fun fact, I made a blogger when I was in freshman English as a homework requirement. Then I never wrote on that blog again. I've never really even understood the purpose of blogs. A public journal? And yet, here I am creating another blog. I guess to keep in touch with people I don't get to see very often anymore.

To start off with, here are some pictures I came across while trying to select pictures to put in a photo album. (Yes, I am keeping a real-life photo album! Including the book with all the slots for the pictures to fit into. I haven't seen one more recent than my kindergarten pictures).

These are my some of my favorite pictures. They're so real, so candid. Also, I think it's funny that all our pictures turn out so funny.

I also wanted to say some things about our on-going moving experience. I hate moving and packing and change in general. And so it's been a little stressful (and I know that I'm whiny and I know that there are plenty worse things in life than moving) but with moving, and only barely finding an apartment to rent, and stressing out about student teaching, and feeling generally unwell lately, I've been having my share of mini-tantrums. My mom, being the wise person she is, tells me that there are so many people willing to help us, and me and my stubbornness ignore her and think how obnoxious it would be to have to help someone else move. But it turns out, my mom was right (surprise, surprise).

Everybody was so willing to help. Many people offered us a place to store our stuff while we were between apartments. Tyler's family all came and helped us move. Then they let us stay at their house for two weeks (and so we were reminded that we now live in his parents' basement. But it's only temporary). My parents' lifelong friends lent us their truck. And during this whole time, our car's alternator died, and every single time we were stranded because our car wouldn't start, someone was there to help us. Which was especially good when I got stuck all alone at the post office and couldn't even figure out how to open the hood, let alone start the car. I guess this whole experience has just made me realize that people are a lot kinder and willing to help out than I thought before.

Also, Tyler and his dad fixed our car! I am seriously so impressed. I hung around and tried to learn something (I learned what the alternator does) and I couldn't even begin to figure out how to fix that car.
Here is Tyler and the alternator. Also, Tyler fixed the cigarette lighter.