We're moving again, just up the road this time. Our lease was up, the landlord decided to sell and we have to get three years away from our short sale* (June 2010) before we can get a home loan again. We are staying in the neighborhood, switching grade schools and moving to a bigger place (ART STUDIO!) Today is the day we are packing up dishes and the very last bits before the movers come in the morning. I keep shoving things in my pockets that I find around the house. When I started packing I was finding hair ties and hot wheels all over but now I'm really digging into the corners of our lives and today's haul of pocket novelties for your consideration are; a tiny nickel belonging to a magician, a brown penny from 1969, an orange paper-clip, a die, a paper hedgehog, a pink Lego flower and the bebe from last year's Mardi Gras King Cake.
*I want to explain we sold short but were not underwater. What does this mean? The house sold for less than we owed after the bank agreed. After making two house payments for a year, it was better than us just walking away from it. The house was appraised for double what is sold for, it was just such a depressed market, nobody was buying.