Moving out...
The day has come and I am moving out. Its so weird to think about living on my own, well not completely cuz Mark will be there. I just never pictured myself moving out really until I got married, but here I am. I am happy about it and excited, but nervous as well. Its a huge step to live with someone.... we've been dating about 7 months now and things have been really good. He is the sweetest most attentive guy I have ever dated. And we are so in love. I'm looking forward to waking up next to him every morning, but still a little scared. I can't help but feel that way. Just thought I would make this entry since its been a reallllly long time, and I wanted to remember this day or rather night, since its the last one at my dad's house, although I will visit often still and spend the occasional night!! :-)