I pick up the U-haul at 3 and start loading it up. I have a few guys that I work with coming to help, so it shouldnt be as bad as I thought. I'm focusing on the big items today...the washer/dryer, the refridgerator, the big screen tv...my bed. Which means that I wont be sleeping here. I'm kinda sad about that.
This feels so strange. I love this place. I love the sound of the fountain that sits in the center of the open grassy area. I love the birds that come all day to get food and water, even though they leave behind a mess. I love that this is the ONLY neighborhood in Southern Orange County that has real trees, not Palm trees that were brought in and transplanted here. My nemesis is the two-faced villian called Memories. Some times he'll let me just sit here and remember only the good ones, then other times he has to throw a wrench in things and make me think of a bad one. So I figured if I moved and left him behind, I wouldnt have to think about things...but I'm going to miss the familiarity of this place.
Everyday my new roommate comes up to me so excited and in return I have to act equally as excited. And the truth is, I'm not excited...this is my home and its tearing me up inside to leave it.