is this thing on?

I know I haven't been very good at writing but moving is haaaaaaard. I mean for that to be read in the most whiniest voice possible. I know it's a first-world problem: "I have too much stuff." Wah-wah. Now that you know I realize it's not a  real  problem in the grand scheme of things I'm going to continue on with my whining. It was horrible- ask my parents. They helped and they know. However, the end goal is worth it...I hope. :)  I was scrambling around trying to pack everything and stumbled upon Chuck as seen below. I seriously wanted to "Freaky Friday" my way into her body for the remainder of the move.                                                Anywho, we've had a busy August. The first weekend we rode the Amtrak to Glenwood for a weekend stay at the Hotel Colorado. We brought my parents along to, in a sense, introduce them to Glenwood since they hadn't really ever spent much time there. Our Amtrak/hotel package in

I have a history of flip-flopping. Or maybe it's just that I'm an emotional person and I am very in-tune with my emotions/thoughts/feelings. I blame all those years of journaling. I don't know, but whatever it is, it's rearing its ugly head right now. I am in freak-out mode about our move. I feel really sad to leave and wonder if we're doing the right thing (not that we can change it at this point). I'm on the verge of tears at all times and I'm starting to over-analyze and think that God is just giving us what we asked for to prove a point. "Be careful what you wish for- you should have been content with what you had". I'm not 100% concerned by this change of heart and here's why: when I begged to quit swim lessons and then my mom said I could, I kind of wished I hadn't gotten my way. When I played bassoon that one year in high school and hated every second of and couldn't wait to quit- the year finally ended and I didn't h