Today I packed. In boxes. And it hit me that I am moving. Like really moving. It was strange going through my closet trying to decide what would go and what would stay. Then I started thinking about not really living in my room anymore. I will have a new room, with someone else in it most of the time. It's just too hard to imagine being anywhere else then here, in my room.

I mean, of course I am excited for all the cool stuff that's going to happen and is happening, but my dad's not going to be downstairs when my computer does something weird, or when my car won't start. I am going to miss him more than I imagined I could.

UGH, so much to think about, and to be honest, I don't really want to think that much right now.

Until tomorrow.

AK