I’m moving tomorrow. My emotions are tumbling around so much that I can’t pinpoint anything I feel at all, except for sadness.

I’ve been ready to leave this town for almost as long as I’ve lived in it.

Maybe leaving would be easier if I had a better idea of what’s coming next.

Meanwhile, I’m surrounded by boxes and torn between the impulse to keep packing and be ready for the move tomorrow, and to grab a few clothes and drive West for as long as I can.