"Fuck. I'm in high school again. I want to move back to Aberdeen." -K. Cobain

[sloth_on_speed]

So, my dad is moving back to Pullman, as some of you already know. And, as some of you also know, Mr. B is moving into his house. So, my sister will be going to her own house for flute lessons. Weird. We're going over there tonight to get more of our stuff, and I don't really want to. Mostly because it means I really AM getting rid of all my childhood stuff- all the stuffed animals, old cassettes, all my furniture I've had since the day i was born, old piggy banks, my first stereo. It's appropriate, I guess. I am 18, and I am going off to college in less than 6 months, so it's gotta go. But I mean, I always thought my stuff would be here to come back to, but it's really going to be GONE. As in, SOLD to the highest bidder at a garage sale. Assholes. I know I have to do this, and I would have had to, eventually, but it's hard. I've been on a mission for the past year to truly re-start myself and give myself a second chance, and this is the clincher. I have to grow up.

So anywho, if anyone else has had to do this- advice, please? I know I have to do it...but how to deal? GAH! I hate this!