Packing Up

I cant believe I am actually leaving. Isn't there a saying that the end of something is simply the beginning of something new? Maybe that is not exactly how it goes but that is how it feels. I am scared and excited all at the same time. I spent a couple of hours last night packing the rest of my stuff. We are moving it Sat. and that will be all.

I have a week left of work. Then I will be a housewife again... I just sat here staring at the screen for what seemed like and hour. Housewife? My face wrinkled with a weird look. No, I don't think I will call myself a housewife. I will think of something else.

I am going to miss my morning conversations with my best friend. I am going to miss the fact that my boys can drop in for a visit at any given moment. I thought about making a list of the things I am going to miss...but that pretty much sums it up.

I am looking forward to many things. I cant make a list of those, way to many.