Home Sweet Home

Yeah, so I'm not dealing so well with this whole "my parents are selling their house and moving to another town" thing. I thought I was, but every time I talk to my sister, we both end up crying. :( I was able to get photos of stuff though, and make a collage to remember it by....

30?!?!

Aack. How can I be 30 years old??? Well, technically I have a few more hours. I should be living it up, huh?? :)

But alas, here I sit. I am having dinner with Tracy tomorrow night and P.F. Changs on Saturday with Rich. Mmmmmm....I can hardly wait! And I am hoping to get out of work early tomorrow so I can maybe do some birthday shopping. I think every 30-year old outta get some new clothes.

Maybe it won't be so bad.....

Moving On...

My mom just called to tell me they bought a new house - in a new town. My childhood home and the town that I will always consider my hometown and I'll never see it again. They will be moving in to the new place in 3 weeks and I won't get a chance to get off work to make the trek back to see it all before they move.

I'm sure it's stupid to be so upset about this, but I just am. I have so many memories there - in the house AND in the town. Memories of so many Christmas mornings running out to the living room to see what Santa brought, or sitting on the patio with my dad watching storms roll in, or dozens of slumber parties, or of being a little girl, sitting in the bean bag watching my big sister get ready to go out on a date. Or places in town - my schools, my best friend's house, the playground where I used to go to sort out my thoughts, the place where I had my first date. Just so many things.

I lived in that house for 18+ years. Granted, now I only make it home 2-3 times a year, but it was always *there*.

It was always HOME.

Sick

I hate being sick. Several people at work have not been feeling well and recently Rich has come down with something. And now my throat feels like it's on fire. Ick.

Have to get my obligatory January 4th post out. It was 2 years ago today that I was in my car accident. I don't dwell on it anymore, except when I see accidents or on this particular day. I've come a long way since then. Sure, I have occasional aches in my knee and wrist, and some fear of vehicles still, but I am so lucky. And I really have so much to be thankful for.

And now I'm going to bed. Perhaps I'll feel better in the morning!!