Well, today we pack up the rental truck with everything except the beds and my tv (because that's going in my car tomorrow), and load up the cars with what we're taking in them. And I think my dad's disconnecting the internet today (*GASP* OHNOES!!1! *panics like a panicking thing*). Then tomorrow morning the beds get packed in the truck, we get packed in our respective cars, and we leave.
My dad and I had to make a run to my (former *sob*) store early this morning to pick up more boxes and bubble-wrap from last night's truck, and as I was saying good-bye again to everyone I started to cry. It was much harder to leave the store this morning than it was on Friday, probably because I'd been working all day and was tired and just wanted to get home. But even at my party at the bar that night, I didn't get emotional. I think the reality is finally setting in.
I'm going to be an absolute wreck tomorrow morning. This is the only home I've ever really known; I've lived here since I was five. I grew up here. I've made and lost friends here.
Okay, starting to get a bit choked up. Time to stop talking about it and start packing shit up.
My dad and I had to make a run to my (former *sob*) store early this morning to pick up more boxes and bubble-wrap from last night's truck, and as I was saying good-bye again to everyone I started to cry. It was much harder to leave the store this morning than it was on Friday, probably because I'd been working all day and was tired and just wanted to get home. But even at my party at the bar that night, I didn't get emotional. I think the reality is finally setting in.
I'm going to be an absolute wreck tomorrow morning. This is the only home I've ever really known; I've lived here since I was five. I grew up here. I've made and lost friends here.
Okay, starting to get a bit choked up. Time to stop talking about it and start packing shit up.