27/31 - The house is all packed boxes and found lost things and bags of clothes to donate and nothing to eat. My memories are packed in the boxes too because it's too painful to have them around. I'm just doing what I always do, walking on without looking back. Seeing the beach days to come. The little shack to call home. The cafe dates with my girl and the independence and the new friendships and the happy hard work. I know somewhere deep down I beckoned this change and I'm excited for everything that's coming.