Move number 13, home number 11

Let me explain my day.

I have just packed everything that I own that isn’t at college and thrown a lot of it out too. Out of a whole room of stuff, I have 3 boxes left. I threw away anything and everything you can think of. Clothes, random here and there things, stuffed animals from years ago.

I’m moving again.

Well, my mother is. I’m at school most of the time so this is really her thing this time. Meaning most of the stuff that’s going to where she’s going is for storage purposes. But in the meanwhile, there was a big consolidation going on here. Stuff my mom and I have been hanging on to because we have issues coping with things, like my Grandmother’s things. It’s stuff we didn’t need but kept onto it, and we through it out today. I have a lot of stuff I’ve kept on because I didn’t want to let go, too. It’s gone now.

It’s very freeing, but at the same time it’s emotionally draining.

I’m feeling that draining part right now. That and dust kills my sinuses.

Here’s to another chapter of life. No one can ever say I can’t deal with change, lord knows over the years I’ve moved enough. Woo, home number 11.

*Edit*

So it wasn’t the dust that’s killing my sinuses. My mother got me sick. And she’s really ill. This is NOT good. I can’t miss any more biology classes, or english. Oh, grades? World History – C (I’m happy about this, trust me); Choir – A; Freshman Seminar – B; Biology – We won’t discuss this. I still haven’t gotten my sociology and english grade. I estimate a high B or A in English, and a B in Sociology.