I’ll be the first to admit to a fair amount of bitching about this house over the years and wanting to get out but leaving it is very bittersweet. I’ve spent eight years calling this place home as well as some of you at times. It holds more memories than I could even list here. I know I can take them with me wherever I go and that there are plenty to be made somewhere else but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t think about the ones that can’t. I really hope for great things to come and for enough strength,energy, and patience to move all this shit in the next two days. I’m surely going to need it.
Everytime I think about getting up and starting the day, I just lay my head back down. My pillows are far more comforting than the outside world.
I tried to sneak outside when it was at it’s prettiest but I got delayed. You know customers.. always wanting help and shit.
Would’ve liked to have been able to get a better picture. It doesn’t do justice to how beautiful the sky really was tonight.