Packing Sucks

It starts, boxing up my books, taking apart furniture, removing paintings for the wall. I hate this part. I hate taking apart my home and turning it back into a blank slate. It's so depressing, the more we pack away the closer we get to living apart. The closer I get to living in a tiny ass bedroom and Dylan gets to living in a small bunk with little more than books and some letters that I'd written him to his name. Depressing, just plain depressing. We are into this new show, Game of Thrones. Dylans been reading the books so we decided to go ahead and get the DVDs so I could appreciate it too. We also ended up getting an Xbox ONE since the 360 died recently. It sucks, we didn't really want to but after the trade-in it really wasn't that bad.  

But here we are, selling off furniture for cheap so we don't have to hold onto it anymore and we can start fresh with new things. It's not too bad, we do this every move. Start fresh and build a new home and this time we will get to pick everything out of a store instead of off websites and having to pick up and haul it ourselves. I hate moving shit. I definitely don't want to live on the third floor of a building anymore cause that shit just blows. Goodbye my beautiful red couch, goodbye my sturdy wood table. 

**UPDATE**

The furniture is mostly gone, looking around I see boxes stacked ceiling high. It's so depressing, It's impossible for the house not to look dirty and it's driving Dylan insane. I think I'm eating my saddness, that's a first usually I starve myself but this time I notice the amount of snacks and sweets I eat to feel better. It's not good and I know that but what else should I do. When I cry it upsets Dylan because he wants me to be stronger but how can someone be strong living like this, their entire life in boxes and nothing they can do about it. The count down to being apart from the person that you love most almost at it's end and there's nothing you can do about that either, you just have to sit and wait. That's all you can do, a lot of sitting and a lot of waiting. I guess I could try to be more active but how, we have to save money to move back to STL and then keeping ourselves busy the entire month that we'll have together their. Ugh I don't know what else to say, this just sucks, netflix and the recliner that's all I have right now. My books are gone, and the only thing to do is fold laundry over and over again. It's the never ending story.