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The one where I pack 7 pairs of shoes

Next month (November 27th to be exact) will mark one year since the fire.  Crazy, right? 

 I was in DC at our 2012 National Summit- first day of the summit- when I got word about the fire. 

 Well. Our National Summit is next week. I leave Tuesday morning and will head to Boston. 

 Last year, the day before the summit, I tweeted this:
Headed to DC in the morning for #EIA12. Packing warm clothes is stressful. And I might have packed 7 pairs of shoes. Just maybe.

 And yes. I had packed 7 pairs of shoes. Upon finding out that my apartment had burned down, I was glad I'd packed those 7 pairs of shoes. #SilverLining.

 So tomorrow I will begin packing for Boston. And I'm feeling the need to pack....well, everything. Everything I own. Is that weird?  I honestly want to pack up all my clothes, shoes, and my journals. Aside from furniture, I don't have much more than that- so I can't really lose much else. But I want to pack it all. So. Coworkers. If you see me arrive at the airport with 3 suitcases....Just please give me an understanding look and make no comments. :)

 In other news, I was in World Market yesterday when I saw Christmas decorations. I had to leave the store as I began to cry thinking about all of mine. The pictures below were the pictures I'd taken right before the fire:

The entire Willow Tree Nativity my parents had given me




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