Moving is a funny thing. I found things I hadn't seen in the almost 10 years since my last move. I had obviously not missed these items yet when I found them amongst the boxes that we packed from before, I couldn't bear to part with them. Some were treasures from long ago that I'd forgotten about. But the moment I saw them a flood of memories poured back into my mind. Then of course there were the items that I seriously questioned why I had packed them to begin with. Again, moving is a funny thing.
The things I brought back were a butter dish (I've been using a dessert plate here), a three-hole punch (I didn't think I'd need it, but with things I'm doing for the church, I do need it), extra sweaters (I thought I would need them, but not as soon as I did - I should have brought them when we first moved), my extreme face cream (I've been using the light, I didn't think I'd have such dry skin down here), and a few other little things that don't make sense to most people, but I've found them come in rather handy, and it cuts time off by using.