Well... That's that.
Well, the last of our things were moved out of my old house today.
I cried. A lot.
It's the last reminder that my dad's gone. That house was ours, he built almost all of it inside, from the woodwork to everything else. It was sacred.
Mom's now moved in 100% with her boyfriend, Reed, and I'm happy for her. Him. Them. Reed and I had a rough start early on, but I can safely say now I've accepted him as a member of the family. If he ever reads this, I hope he knows how much I love him and how grateful I am for how kind and generous he's been to me throughout this. He's opened his home to me, helped me out at every turn and gone out of his way many, many times to try and make this all easier for me.
I wish I could say something more, but I'm just too heartbroken right now. I knew this was coming for a long time, but driving away from my home for the last time just... I wasn't ready. It was if my brain was poking me, saying, "hey, remember that time your dad died? Yeah, 'cause this is the same deal. Remember that? He died. Yeah..."
But I'll be okay. I have to be. I'm going to go upstairs and visit my sister, Nik, and our buddies to keep my mind off of things.
Mandi