*Sigh*

I just feel off today. Can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I just feel like I want to break down and cry. I'm still a little upset about everything that happened with the move, and keep thinking of little things that got left behind. Nothing really important or anything, but just things like "Hey, I could really use... oh... wait." Things like our comforter. Mom has a comforter, but it's too small for us. We had a bigger one because we're both blanket hogs lol. And my recipe box. Not that I cook a whole lot, and most of the recipes were either printed off the internet, or cut out of magazines or backs of boxes, but it was nice to have. And I feel absolutely horrible that we weren't able to grab Jared's books or records. I know these are worth gettting away from the seventh circle of hell... but it's just bringing me down. And even though I feel like I've put it in the back of my head, I still feel overwhelmed with sadness.