Honestly, I have not felt like writing about the move. It's not that it wasn't emotional... because it really was, especially saying goodbye to the dogs who I couldn't explain any of this to.
But I'm feeling fine. I'm in my new room (not quite put together yet)... and I felt like writing all about the move would just stir up all those emotions that really if I was feeling fine why should I dwell on them.
I also feel like me writing about my honest and full emotions could help someone at some point in time... so part of me has thought about writing about the weekend for that purpose.
In the end, I don't really want to talk about it. It was very hard... I was holding back tears the entire weekend, but being out of that house has actually made it easier on me. I'm feeling better... it's probably a lot easier than staying in that house with all the memories of us together.
I'm slowly setting up my new room... painted the dresser Monday and yesterday and hopefully it can be moved into place tonight (so I can finally start getting all my clothes into one room... that would be nice)
I do really really appreciate all the people that helped pack and move me... it went really smoothly b/c of everyone. They helped me stay upbeat and got me out of there quickly. Thankfully I have good friends and family that support me.
So, in conclusion... moving was difficult but I really think it's for the best.
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Good for you, Jenny. I thought that once you got out you would feel better and start to move forward. This is a new chapter in your life. You can build on the old chapter and be a better, stronger person...especially stronger. We all love you and support you. Aunt Barb
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