Moving!
As in cleaning up an entire house, scrubbing floors and throwing away boxes of junk, worrying about how to get cumbersome furniture to another destination, and at the same time feeling happy about the whole thing, has slowly taken toll on me. Makes me think of the times when we were moving from house to house in the Caribbean. I would always wonder what my new room would be like in our new home, and how different the yard would be. More coconut trees? Pink bouganvillias instead of orange? and hopefully an electronic gate instead of a manual one(never happened...)?
Anyways, I look forward to moving.
My mom, on the other hand, took it like some goddamn tragedy...I guess since its mainly her fault, so she feels super guilty about it. But both my dad and I think its our familys best decision since 2003 (now THATS a goddamn tragedy). So, better late than never, right?