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And I woke up this morning thinking the same thing.

So this, my last night in this house, is waning. The dining room is filled with the laughter which accompanies the typical card games. This family room is filled with family, reuniting and conversing. My bedroom is packed. A suitcase sitting, packed, on the hardwood floor, neighbored by a book bag and camera case. My worldly possessions. The things which will help a new home feel like an old home. I leave tomorrow after church. I will walk out the door and drive away, fly away and land in a new place.

And I'm not sure why my stomach hurts. Why my head hurts. Why my heart hurts.

Good-bye.