So I'm all done. 18 years of my life are all packed away in 4 plastic tubs, one small green suitcase, a dirty clothes hamper, and a carry-on sized bag, all ready to be loaded into the car tomorrow afternoon. I have, of course, left some things behind: old church camp and VBS t-shirts, make-up only worn on silly days, ALL of my books, except Pride and Prejudice (I am DETERMINED to finish this damned book) and my Bible, loads of posters, and even more friends.
I haven't cried all week, and then finally, as Jessi and I were getting ready to part ways after church, my dam broke and I gushed tears like none other. It was terrible. I'm tearing up