Moving - Chicago Part One

Today, today I put 3/4 of what I own, including my bed, into storage. For the past few months, I have been packing and boxing and raping all the things that I know I don't need, for at least, till the wedding. Yesterday, my parents and I threw all those boxes and furniture into a cargo van, and thus transported it into a lil storage unit, where a lock remains. Its a weird feeling.

Now you ask why am I doing this?

My parents have been relocated to San Louis Obisbo, California. They are to be moving by July of this year. So the condo we live in needs to be presented for people to come through and say, "Your house is beautiful. And has tons of spacious room. I want to buy your house!"

Its not normal for a family of 3, plus a medium/large dog, to be living in a condo of this size - We love it though, and are very sad to leave it - but for 3 adults to live in a place that usually just holds 1 or 2 individuals, and including all the stuff that accompanies us three - our house doesn't seem very spacious. So, since I am going to be leaving first out of the 3 of us, I have offered to pack my things and move them from the condo, in hopes to open up the condo and make it appear more appealing to the average joe.

My room has now turned into an office, where a blow up matterious comes out every evening and lays on the floor. Its very empty. Just my computer(s), clothes and camera is what I have at my reach. Its a very odd feeling. Today marked that things are changing - and all the things we've talked about and planned are actually coming into play. There are so many wonderful things about it - but still, I am sad about all the sad things that this means as well (no more being a lil girl in my parents house, no more Chicago condo...) Today was hard. Tears accompanied it. Its still beautiful though, and I am extremely excited for what it all brings. But I will miss it here. I will.