It’s funny how nostaligic I can get for things. I’m a rather sentimental person, and even the most insignificant little nothings can make me all mushy and cry.
But the #1 all time thing that makes me cry the most….goodbyes. Full blown ugly cry, hate goodbyes. I always have. Everytime my cousins would visit, tears. My parents go on vacation, meltdown. Throw a beloved random piece of crap I’d been holding onto in the junk pile known as my childhood bookshelf, hysterics. Let’s not even talk about when Hubs would come visit while we were dating when I was up at school.
Mind you, we are moving a whole 10 minutes down the road, but I’m keenly aware of how different it will be. A new ward at church, new stores to run my errands in, a new park to play at, and of course, new places to take pictures.
It’s rather pathetic how nostalgic I’m getting, but I’m going to miss going to the church to take pictures in the perfect light that the upper parking lot gets. I will miss hearing LJ say “go to church, take pictures” everytime we pull in. We have our little routine, and I’m comfy in it.
Top/Jeans: Gap, Scarf: Old Navy, Shoes: Tom’s, Shades: Target, Watch: Michael Kors
Knowing me, I’ll probably come back for a few photo sessions…for old times sake.