Moving is Really Difficult

So I've noticed that moving is really difficult. This is especially true if you've lived in one place for a very long time. I've lived in Idaho for six years, which to some people might not seem like such a significant amount of time, but it's the longest I've ever lived in one place. Plus, I'm only 19 years old, so it's nearly a third of my life we're talking about here. And it's strange to think that I'm going away.

Don't get me wrong, I am so excited to leave. I have never been so sure about a decision before in my entire life. By moving I will be: 1. better able to pursue my dream. 2. closer to family 3. able to start a new life after a devastating break-up 4. able to find work 5. able to repair family relationships. Basically, everything about this move is a good thing for me. Still, it's difficult.

Logistically it's difficult. I have so much crap, and I never realized how much crap I had until it was time to pack it up and figure out how to transport it thousands of miles. There's the packing, organizing, selling things, giving things away, and still it's as if there's too much to possibly transport. Then I start asking things like "How many bags can I check on the airplane before they charge me?" "Does UPS or FedEx charge less?" and even "does a giant pink fluffy unicorn count as a carry on?" There's just so much to figure out.

Then there's the nostalgia part of it. Like when I'm driving by my old high school and I think back on all the memories, or when I'm planning a goodbye party, or even when I see like a stupid sign on the side of the road and I'm like "aw, I remember when they put that up." I mean, seriously? It's a sign! Nobody cares! Well, nobody cares until you're moving and then suddenly every nook and cranny of your memory is going "aw I remember-" and filling your heart with that painful "I'll miss this" feeling.

I guess in conclusion I'm just trying to say that moving is hard. And I'll definitely miss this state, and all the wonderful memories I've made here.