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Am I really moving in 4 days? This is insane. I got home from vacation and reality has settled in. I've spent the entire morning walking around my house, trying to figure out what to do with myself. My room has been reduced to piles of the "need to take" "want to take" and "cannot possibly take". "Want to take" is no doubt the largest. I am trying to finish everything before leaving. Scheduel last minute get togethers with friends and family. Working on random projects that aren't really productive. Trying to finish the dollhouse my Dad and I started when I was in fifth grade. Reading through masses of high school notes, cards...
I cannot believe this is all real.
I cannot believe this is all real.