change is in the air.

and i'm not so sure I like it.

At best it is making me uncomfortable.
At worst it is breaking my heart.

We are moving. Moving. Us? Us moving? The same us, who love this city, and this house, and the same us who prayed forever to have friends and then finally got them. And we are leaving now. And it's just for a year, but still.

The holidays are here and we are actually taking holidays. Only now we are selling a house too. And finding a new place to live in a new city. And saying goodbye. And it all seems too much.

And now I am crying again...