Moving. I hate it. Today has just been full of on and off packing and cleaning. Moving makes me sad. Moving makes me remember every memory all in one big lump & it hurts. I'm torn. Going home is the right thing. I just got to remember that. I have this hurt feeling every time I leave Logan on that shuttle bus. But I'll make sure to be strong this time around.
Sometimes the unexpected happens... & sometimes it's not anything close to what you wanted to happen. But, you just got to keep remembering that things will all work out. If not the way you want it, at least it will for the best. That's what I have been telling myself at least for the past two weeks or so...
