The Hazards of Packing

 I've decided packing is a very hazardous business. Let me show you...

Welcome to my bedroom. This was at one point our front room, and has inherent problems as  a bedroom. First of all my dad is constantly coming in at all hours of the night from work and waking me up. Also absolutely no privacy. And for someone with long shins like mine this is a mine field of pain in the dark.

Starvation. The pantry, my safe haven of food and happiness, has been violated and emptied. We have been living off of this pitiful supply of rice crispies and top ramen for way too long.

Malnutrition and Charity. I've had so much junk food in the past few weeks I'm surprised that I still fit through our front door. We have so many loving neighbors and friends that have brought us some very delicious food. I think they are secretly hoping we'll be too fat to get on the plane :)



Getting Lost. Our entire house looks like this. Is it a surprise that every time I want to go anywhere it takes 10 minutes to gather my phone, keys and siblings from the dark corners of this jungle?

The Stress. I think it's pretty obvious that we are all starting to act a little funny...