One day more....

....of dial-up. I meant to post this yesterday, but as you can imagine things we crazy. So I'm posting it now - and basically rewriting it.

today has been depressing. It's a gorgeous day, the kind of day I asked God if He'd give me for the last time I ever saw my house. we are now: homeless.

yesterday was the last full day home. after packing everything we didn't NEED, it was just clean this and clean that until everything sparkles. It was nice thinking it's the last time I'll have to clean that bathroom and vacuum that floor. luckily Kelsey invited me and a bunch of girls from youth group over for the night, and even more luckily my parents agreed to let me go, so after youth group I followed her home and we stayed up till 2:00 AM watching Remember the Titans, which took my mind of stuff. I woke up at 7:00 and finished Jane Eyre, then took a shower before I had to head back home. it's so strange to drive down your driveway and realize it's one of the last times you'll ever do it. I got home and obtained permission to walk around the property and "say goodbye." it's so crazy, I've literally grown up here. it's the only place I have meaningful memories of, as far as where we've lived before. after eight years, how can we leave now?

I picked a few of my favorite flowers to press and breakfasted on raspberries from our garden with milk and sugar, my new favorite snack. then I walked around the inside of the house and said my goodbyes to each empty room. Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.

I'm not really depressed anymore. or possibly yet. it honestly hasn't sunk in that we're not going back yet. being at my grandparents', leaving in three days, it just doesn't seem real. it feels like I'm going on vacation, and I'll come back and go home. but home's in a different place now. part of it's because I come to my grandparents' so much, it's my second home. moving in here isn't abnormal - I've stayed here for more than a week at a time before. then I'll be gone for two and a half weeks. I doubt any of it will actually sink in until we get back. it's just....I was really sad this morning with all the amazing memories coming back.

but my grandpa is as awesome as my Uncle Richard. they can always make me smile.

:D

on a humorous note - the only things remaining in our pantry up until this morning were: an almost-empty bottle of syrup, worcestershire sauce, Johnny's Seasoning Salt, a can of peaches, and a bag with two pieces of biscotti. I was remarking this to my mother when I got home this morning and she observed that we couldn't even open the can of peaches, because the can opener was packed. that's been the excuse the last two weeks - whatever it is, it's packed.

last night at youth group the first thing I did was go to the kitchen and get a cup to drink from. by some strange oversight, all the dishes got packed and we were eating off of paper plates, but had no paper cups. water bottles. I was immensly happy to have a real cup again.

oh, and never try to cut cheddar cheese with a plastic knife, it really doesn't work.




by the way, I now am officially weaned off of dial-up. so......everyone send me trailers and videos and youtube things to watch!!!!!!! I can watch them now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sarah - we'll have another camp hope video this year, right?