That I’m leaving. Hell you’re probably all tired of hearing about my move. Only 5 more days of this I promise. I’m looking around at all the stuff in my house packed up and ready to go. I’m looking around and seeing the last 2 years of my life stored in neat boxy compartments. I’m looking around and seeing the last 2 years of quiet nights, loud parties, good news, bad news, friends, family, dreams, disappointment, and fun.
I’m going to miss it down here more than I thought. I’d love to stay, but I know my family will have a better life up there. This move is bittersweet. It’s really weird knowing that in a week you’ll be in a completely different place, and that in six months your life will barely resemble what it is now. I know it’s for the better. At least, I think it’s for the better.