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A House by Any Other Name's Just As Home

We're moving.

Let me just stress how tediously long this process is. I'm not moving schools, so that's a plus. My parents are both teachers and that's basically out of the question.

But seriously, we've been packing and hemming and hawing for months. It feels like nothing is getting done. I just want to get in the new house and be done.

Another thing, the emotional side of it. We've been tearing our lives out of this once-home and making it an empty shell for a new family to come and claim it. All of my individuality is currently packed into boxes in the basement of someone else's home that's supposed to be ours.

Don't get me wrong, it's exciting, but it takes so long. We bought the house like a month ago, and we aren't moving in until later this month. I'm sated with phrases of "pack your stuff, we're moving soon!" and then those boxes sit untouched in my room for weeks.

It just adds some stress into my/our already-stressful summer, what with the Chicago Mission I went on(that's a blog post for later), Lifest, camp, and going to my grandparents' houses.

Not to mention money is already a huge point of stress in my family, but I don't need to explain that to you. Most people probably know what I'm talking about- gutting the house of anything less than needed, selling things, desperately trying to keep up.

Okay, so it's not as bad as I'm making it out to be, but still.

Stressstressstress.

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