Well, today I started packing things away. I took down the *NSYNC and Michael Jordan posters. Packed away some of my mom's old China. And tucked away a few of my old, stuffed friends.
God. This is so hard to do.
It just isn't fair. Why? Why do we have to move? Why is the court forcing my dad out of his house? It just doesn't seem right. There has to be some way around this all, you know? Some way to avoid all this heartache and pain of packing away 50 some years of my parent's, my brother's and sister's, and my life in to a few U-Haul boxes and into storage.
It just isn't fair...