Moving
Well, I'm moving out of my parents house at approximately 10 am tomorrow morning. I have found that I don't particularly want to go. I didn't grow up in this particular house, so it's not the physical structure that I hesitate to leave. I think it's knowing that I will never live in this city again. I did grow up here. This is where I met my closest friends, and where most of them still live.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to stay here. I can't imagine making a life for myself here. But still. It's not as easy as I thought it would be. Sherry was really depressed tonight. Very quiet, and if you asked what was wrong it would take here a while to answer, and when she did it was simply "I don't feel good." It broke my heart.
Moving forward in life is interesting, and exhilerating, and, well, good. But everything gained means something is lost. I'm happy to be married to Seth, and I love Baton Rouge. But I will miss watching Sherry grow up as closely as I have been able to living up here, and I will miss being able to see my Shreveport friends as often as I would like. I will miss my "younger days"
Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to stay here. I can't imagine making a life for myself here. But still. It's not as easy as I thought it would be. Sherry was really depressed tonight. Very quiet, and if you asked what was wrong it would take here a while to answer, and when she did it was simply "I don't feel good." It broke my heart.
Moving forward in life is interesting, and exhilerating, and, well, good. But everything gained means something is lost. I'm happy to be married to Seth, and I love Baton Rouge. But I will miss watching Sherry grow up as closely as I have been able to living up here, and I will miss being able to see my Shreveport friends as often as I would like. I will miss my "younger days"