A New Nest

The week couldn't possibly go any slower. I am sad while I pack up my things, but I try to subside it with excitement. I will miss this place, but I am tired of it. These walls hold nothing but lies and anger and good but fading memories for me. But there are so many risks and possible complications moving into my new home. I hope with all my heart, and I will even pray to God if I have to, that it will all work out. If not, I wouldn't know what to do from there. It'd be catastrophic.