What are we doing? Who came up with this crazy plan? Why are we leaving this lovely house, these lovely people, this lovely life to start again?
I’ve remembered that I don’t like change. I’m a creature of habit. I like to have my own space, my nest.
Tomorrow we take our fluffy, stupid, adorable kitties to their new home.
Tomorrow our best friends come stay for a final sleepover.
Only 7 more sleeps till we leave our home, and one more after that till we fly.
I don’t want to go, but I also just want to be gone, because I don’t want to say all of these goodbyes.