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There is something deep, profound, and transcendental about packing up the house that I grew up in. I am flooded with emotions as I dig through my closet and discover different little objects that I have held onto. To anyone else these things look like junk or childhood toys but many of them represent different stages of my life. Ann and I have spent the last month slowly working our way through the house packaging boxes and helping my parents move. They are excited to move from Pennsylvania to Illinois to live near my brother’s family. In the process of doing this I have discovered pictures and letters from friends that I have lost touch with. I packed an album of photos from high school today and just seeing the images of my teen girl friend evoked the joys and the heartache of that season. Talk about being head over heals.