Typical

A mere 500 days (I counted...an embarrassing number of times to get the same amount) after Preston and I moved to Pennsylvania in August of 2007, I am proud to say that as of YESTERDAY we are officially driving a car with real, live Pennsylvania plates. Or really, I suppose I should say Pennsylvania plate (sg.) since there is no front license plate in Pennsylvania (the front spot looks so lonely). Preston brought up the Virginia plates and I'm not entirely sure what to do with them. Although the nostalgic part of me really wants to keep them and hang them in our invisible dream garage attached to our invisible dream house (which, thanks to the recession, keeps moving further and further into the ever more distant future), the practical, clutter-hating part of me wants to pitch them since I no longer live in a college dorm room with a poster of John Mayer and an Italian PACE flag dominating the facing walls. Luckily I'm still superstressed about this paper and thus, am very very emotional. And I may or may not be listening to Why Georgia on repeat. Soo...

Nostalgia: 1

Practicality: 0