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I'm moving today. It still doesn't feel like it. Maybe its because I have barely packed. Leavin it til the last possible minute so I can rush around and be all stressed out. That is just how I live my life. It really doesn't feel like I won't wake up here tomorrow though. It hit me a little the other night when I walked into the living room and saw that the computer desk was all cleared off for me to take. I'm excited to live with one of my best friends. I feel a little bad because I know my parents get sad when I leave. And I do like being here. Its so comfortable. But thats because this is home, ya know?