Home in Provo

Our move to California is coming up quick. We don't know where, when, all we know is that it's going to happen. Isn't that the worst feeling? The future after college is such a scary step to make. You want to make a great future for yourself, but you know that it's not going to be sweet sailing to get from point A. to point B. I am now walking around our house with a new light- really a sad and already nostalgic light. I haven't even left, and I am living in it as if I miss it. People have been asking about moving in when we leave, and I get really defensive because it's OUR HOUSE not yours! Haha. And I'd much rather have someone live in our house that I know really well and will treat it with kindness. But then again, I almost don't want that because I don't want to come back and see what they've done with the place.

I mean, we only rent. I can't imagine moving away from a house that you raised in the home that you sell and just hand over to someone. Some people like change, and I always thought I was one of those people; I guess I am in some aspects. But this one is difficult. Of course there are some reasons I am jumping for joy and rushing into the Uhaul as soon as it comes on our driveway- like our bathroom (that our landlord just told us is fixing a few months after we leave...awesome), our heating system, my terrible terrible hospital like kitchen... the list goes on. It's really just the memories that it holds. I keep thinking- where am I going to put all my art-work? Will it be a permanent place or are we going to have to hop around until we find where we want to lay our heads for a long time? How big will it be? Should I bring all my furniture or only key things to help us survive. So many questions- in so little time.