In the land of Zion...

As I sit on my bed, which by the way is in the middle of the living room / dining room / kitchen, and look around at all of my packed up boxes and totes I realize that this may not be as easy as I thought. I know that the end of something means the beginning of something else but the beginning of something also means the end of something. You get my drift?? Moving from this city that makes me crazy and gives me a sick feeling inside will be like getting that annoying mole removed that you have had since birth. You couldn't be more happy to have it gone from your life but you will always have the memory of what was once a part of you. How bittersweet life is.