Moving country forces you to put out of sight those things you normally see daily. Familiar pictures from hallway walls are stacked atop of each other in boxes which in turn are stacked with other boxes. It’s taken a while, but slowly my surroundings are becoming like a home, where I see familiar objects, hang up the same clothes and wash the same dishes. The removal of polaroids from their travel tin and placement on the refrigerator went a long way in making our new house a home. In turn I was reminded exactly why we take pictures. Believe it or not it’s not about Facebook comments or pretty albums on flickr, it’s memories.

Moving country forces you to put out of sight those things you normally see daily. Familiar pictures from hallway walls are stacked atop of each other in boxes which in turn are stacked with other boxes.

It’s taken a while, but slowly my surroundings are becoming like a home, where I see familiar objects, hang up the same clothes and wash the same dishes. The removal of polaroids from their travel tin and placement on the refrigerator went a long way in making our new house a home. In turn I was reminded exactly why we take pictures. Believe it or not it’s not about Facebook comments or pretty albums on flickr, it’s memories.

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