Moving week. Sad. Weird. Different. I don't think I'll really cry until about 2 weeks after moving...I don't think it's going to hit me until then
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I wish I didn't =/. I was so lucky to have a stable place/home as a child/teen/young adult, but now that we're saying goodbye it's so fucking hard. There are memories in every corner of this house, on every acre of land we own. =(
it's crazy. I knew it was going to happen, but actually being here and packing 17 years of memories away...the times we moved before I was little, so it wasn't a big deal to me. This is so different. Knowing I'll have to say goodbye to an empty house that used to have so much personality...
yet I can't cry. it's like as long as I stick my head in the sand enough, it isn't really happening.
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yet I can't cry. it's like as long as I stick my head in the sand enough, it isn't really happening.
ugh =(
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