me,myself and crossing my fingers and toes.
in my old house.
sort of getting emotional.
been here for over a year and a half,
i do have the right to get chocked up.
five huge boxes and more than a dozen huge bags later,
i realized i am almost packed.
i don't feel too good.
but that is life, i suppose.
the only person who made me feel okay about this is my uncle.
he said "in life there are ups and downs,when you feel like your up in the sky,something's bound to happen to pull you back down"
well, it isn't inspiring but,
he had a point.
life was pretty darn good,
and now, it's gonna be crappy all over again.
but somehow, i'm sure things will be alright.
it always does.
( in case it doesn't )
i'm crossing my fingers and toes
:)
* and i'm not going to cry about it. i'm tougher than that.
