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I'm over halfway through this school session. I've been busy packing, studying, completing my TAPS on line training, making last minute plans for the move and trying to keep my sanity. This is unbelievably difficult to say the least. I had 11 friends help me pack up my stuff in one day - it was amazing and there was NO WAY I could have done that myself. I hate to ask anyone for anything, so that was extremely hard to admit I couldn't do it alone. I'm so glad I asked for help. Jason and Brittany have purchased a home, and they are moving just a few days after I do. I wish I could help them more.
So I've been thinking. This coming Wednesday - in three days - when I walk out of this house and drive to Northville to my apartment - my new home - I won't just be walking out of this house. I'll be walking out of the life I've known almost all of my life. I don't want it, I hate it, I'm angry, sad, nervous, apprehensive, and so very tired. But, I know it is for the best, it is happening, it is not a dream, and I've got to prepare myself for what comes next. We have mediation on August 31st, so I'll have to drive back to Kalamazoo for that. I just feel like I'm three steps behind on everything. I ould not be doing any of this without the help and support of my friends, family, and most importantly - my boys.
