Hmmm.

Well, this is it. It's official. I'm moving tomorrow.

I'm sick of packing.

I'm sick of cleaning.

I lost my keys. Yes the keys to my car. And my parents' house. And our new place.

I feel like a fool.

This whole moving thing gives me the butterflies. I have never moved in my remembered life. I know we moved before I can remember, because I was born in another state. However, all the moves I ever made were done before I was two and a half, so I don't remember them. 

Okay, back to the cleaning/packing/throwing away stuff/feeling nervous.