At 4:30 AM on August 10th I will load my fur children, Baker and Louie into a ten foot Uhaul truck with my sweet little Mazda 3 towing behind, and pull out of the driveway I’ve called home for the last four and a half years. The longest I’ve lived somewhere since my childhood home.

My feelings and emotions are all over the place, rhythmically dancing in my body like two salsa dancers hanging on to each other for dear life. Although this move has been in the making for about a year now, my hope is that instead of my normal creep off in the middle of the night fashion, I close this chapter properly.