So this week, I have finally realized that I'm moving away... Far, Far AWAY. Jared and I are going to Texas for the summer, but then we are making a PERMANANT move to Hawaii. (We think). Because of this move, I have been freaking out. Jared and I have SOO much stuff. I have absolutley NO idea what I am going to do with it. I can't put it in storage (It will sit there forever), I can't leave it at Jared's (his parents are trying to clear their house of clutter and junk), and I can't leave it at the cabin(grandma is thinking of selling it). The only option that I have is to leave it at my parents in TEXAS (1200 miles away). Some how I have to transport all my stuff to Texas. To reduce the monumental cost of renting some sort of moving van, I am selling everything. At first this wasn't a big deal. I posted a desk, an entertainment center, a stereo, a rug, etc., but then I posted Kylia's crib. For some reason I just started crying. I LOVE Ky's crib and her cute little room. I LOVE the stuff that we had accumulated for our future home. I had envisioned how all the stuff we have now will look in out future home and now its sad to see it leave one by one. BUT its okay. Life is about changing and adapting right? This will be a new change and a new life. Throwing out all our winter clothes, jackets, sleds, boots, and picking up new things, like, flipflops and shorts. Sometimes I wish I just had all the answers. It would be so nice if I could just know what I'm supposed to be doing for the rest of forever. I hate having to start over, but whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger right?