"Depends, I guess," she reflected. She'd never really had a problem throwing things out, but she'd also never lived on her own and she guessed it had become a case of 'better to take too much than not enough'.
Oh, well. Most of what she'd brought had home memories, so there'd be that factor. "Never moved, huh?" She glanced over to him, then shrugged. "We only did once, when I was six. We moved from Boston across to Oregon," she admitted. And here she was, back on the East coast.
She imagined if her mother hadn't left, they'd still be in Boston, and who knew how her life might've turned out then. Shaking her head to her thoughts, Jaime retreated to the fridge to pull out one of the bottles of water, offering it over to him. "Anything interesting I should know about town?" She asked curiously, though she wasn't real sure what she was expecting from a young man's perspective.