the move

well, it's 10pm and i am sitting in an apartment with white, bare walls and boxes. it's very odd to see your "life" packed up and just sitting around you. it's odd how un-home-like it feels, even when you've lived here as long as i have. i am a sentimental sap, so this is hard for me. i know i expressed it a couple of weeks ago, and yes, i know i am only moving 3 miles from here, but it is fun and sad at the same time to sit and think about all the memories i have in this place and realize tomorrow i will leave and not come back to it.

it does make you realize that it really and truly is NOT the walls, floors, and ceilings that make up a home, it is the people that you have shared it with, the memories that you have there, and the experiences that have molded you as you lived within it.

i have shared these feelings with several friends today who giggled at me, how silly and sentimental i'm being...so i was very thankful for the equally sentimental email that mollie was so quick to send back a few moments ago. it's so amazing how just when you need a little pick-me-up...the phone will ring, an email will pop up, or a knock will come at the door. i'm really thankful that God puts people in our lives that just kind of "get" us...