Saddest day of 2010

Day of the big move. Wilder (my eldest brother), Zoee (my dad's dog), my father, and my mother departed for their long journey to Long Beach, CA. When my father came downstairs early in the morning, I got right up from my make shift bed and went upstairs and got in bed with my mother. I was pretty much crying all morning from that point on. Kind of like I do whenever I hear "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes. I cannot hear that song without crying anymore. Anyway, after they left, I hung around the house with my brother, Andrew and his roommate, Don, and tried to pull myself together. Eventually the drugs kicked in and I went to the hefty task of loading my car up with everything that I had acquired from my mother over the weekend due to the move and due to the early Christmas. It was a lot of stuff, as you can see. After I got home, Gizmo and I pretty much just laid on the couch all night. I can honestly say I have no idea what I would do if I didn't have Gizmo in my life. Considering what I was going through when I got him, he's pretty in tune to my emotions and is the sweetest, most comforting little monster when I'm upset. I can't imagine loving anything more than I love him. Well, except maybe my mother.

3000 Miles to Graceland

My parents last full day in Millville. Change is a natural part of life, but it's not always easy to let go of the past. It wasn't easy for me to stand by as my parents prepared to leave the house I grew up in to go to a place 3000 miles away. And though it's nice that the house won't be sold, it was a little unsettling to be there as my parents moved out and my brother and his friend move in. It was kind of surreal. I spent much of the day laying in my parents bed sleeping and hiding from the mayhem downstairs. I got up to go out of the house with my mother a few times and I participated in the early Christmas celebrations that were held at night with my nephew. There were things I just could not participate in like eating or packing. I mostly just hung around quietly and tried not to cry. Didn't always work out, though. Emotions were running high and there was a lot of clashes. Just a really awful day, really. But probably not as bad as the day that followed it.

So long, Millville!

ps. thanks for raining all over my moving day, Mother Nature.

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