For the longest time (ever since I moved to the US, nearly 5 years ago?) I’ve had a growing collections of framed family photos (and friends! There’s a photo of my first crew, too.) that needed to be hung. I even knew where I wanted to hang them! It’s just that every time I thought of it, it was late at night, or people were sleeping or studying. It just wasn’t the time to be banging nails into walls. Finally, this week I did it! It’s amazing how taking a photo of these sort of things lets you know just how crooked your hanging is! The photos aren’t particularly well lit, but I have a good view of them from my bed. It has been very pleasant these past few days to wake up and be reminded of my family.