The inevitable day, sad day, of moving out of the house that I grew up in has arrived. After weeks of sifting through the years of living, we moved my mom to a fab new apartment. Where would I begin to record what memories I wanted? Photos would not do it justice, and so, on the morning of the move, I traveled about, drawing here and there, snippets of what, at that particular moment, seemed significant to me. Here they are. More TK as I move through the tag sale later today.