I got my official move-in date today. I move in on the fourteenth of next month which gives me about two weeks and two days (but who’s counting, right?). Tomorrow, I pick up boxes and packing tape. I really have to start thinking about what to bring. I’ve worked another 12 hour day and I haven’t had time to make my ‘moving list’.
I announced to my family what the date was and my little brother said “That’s really soon” and he kept saying how sad he was and how much he’ll miss me. I’ve been really good about not thinking too much about moving. I just bury myself with work and my daily routine, but thinking about what my little brother said (I mean, really thinking about it) has caused me to cry uncontrollably. I’m so close with my family. Even though I’m only moving to Los Angeles, it really breaks my heart to leave them. The thought that reoccurs constantly in my head is that every time I come home to visit, my little siblings will be different each time. They’re growing so much anymore and changing. I won’t be here to witness it and the realization that moving is coming soon is almost unbearable.
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