Thursday, August 23
I always get emotional when I move. Everything suddenly seems so sentimental...like blankets, countless already read books, and even the random sock missing its other half. I look at everything as if it will be lonely if it doesn't make the move with me. Silly, I know. Tomorrow, bright & early, I'm headed off to my new apartment with boxes upon boxes- memories, photographs, and even a few lone socks. As for the unpacking- wish me luck!