Mar 04, 2006 08:05
this is a lot harder than i thought.
i've never REALLY had a steady home. i've always been moving, and sleeping at different houses, and carrying tons of clothes with me because i never know where i am going to stay. but this house, is the closest thing that i've ever had to a home. and it hurts to put memories into boxes, put the boxes into a U-Haul, and store them away in a garage in Jacksonville.
i will miss it so much more than i thought. the slanted walls that I always hit my head on because i grew faster than i could get used to, and the carpet that i spilled firetruck red nailpolish on, and the waterstain on the ceiling because our air conditioner never worked right upstairs, and the swing that my dad made. and not only is it being packed away, but it's being divided up between my dad and my stepmom. so never again can i sit in this house and have things the way that they used to be.
change is good, but it's never easy.
pictures of my last night here to come.