Recycling.

Ross and I spent most of our growing up in Oregon. If you didn't know, Oregon is BIG on being green and recycling. My sister is a true Oregonian. When she was little, she would seriously get upset if we forgot to recycle just the tiniest thing. She even wrote a letter to the President about endangered animals. And he wrote her back.

After Ross and I were married and moved to Utah, I was horrified that our condo complex didn't have recycling. I think for the first week I was wandering the parking lot looking for the recycling bin, which didn't exist. Little naive me even sent a letter with our HOA payment about how we needed to have recycling. (I'm sure my sister would have been so proud.) It was a waste of a stamp.

When we started apartment/house shopping, I noticed that a few of the apartments actually advertised recycling as part of the amenities. Words can't even describe my joy and our house hunting turned to exclusively those that listed recycling.

We filled that bin up with our moving boxes and since then I've gone a little overboard. I saved a smaller box from the move and I keep it under the sink as our recycling bin. J-you are in my heart each time a put a scrap of cardboard in the recycling box.

My overflowing recycling box.

Since my recycling box is over flowing, this one is almost full, too.

When Ross' schedule gets more settled, I think I want to wrap it in fabric and do it up Pinterest style.