My dog, Bailey, has been extra lovable as of late. Every so often as I go about the house or pause from my routine, I catch her looking at me, her expression solemn. All the packing I've been doing is not lost on her, she knows I am moving out and even now, as I type this, she is watching me from the living room. It is so sad. Yesterday as I loaded up my car with bags and boxes, she did this little dance in the driveway before leaping to the passenger side seat. She wanted so badly to come along, but there was no room for her and all my stuff and I had to ask her to get out. Poor girl, I felt so terrible. She has been such a good dog to me.

I really hope that this decision to live in Bellingham and go to school there is the right one. I am thankful that I'll be living in such close proximity to Bryn and Ash who are as dear to me as family, but I will miss this hippy hobbit castle with its tower, woodstove, and it's round, beveled doorways. I will miss my bedroom, which I spent countless hours shutup inside reading, playing my PS2 or daydreaming. Most of all, I will miss living with my Sister.

I am such an odd case! Why am I no longer excited to move? Today marks the beginning of a much needed change, why all of a sudden, am I overwhelmed with so much doubt and regret?