And the walls come down....

For the last two weeks, my mom kept telling us we had to start packing....but nothing was really done until yesterday and today. The more I reflect on it, the sadness behind my eyes build up...but I have cried just yet.

Each day I wake up, I keep telling myself "This is one more day closer..." My eyes are more open to my surroundings of PX. I'll miss the Greeks when they block the streets late at night during Greek Easter. I'll miss hearing the tennis games from my house. I'll miss the little kid down the street who thinks pissing openly on the sidewalk is normal.

I've lived here for 23 years. Sometimes I regret saying anything at all....

The living room...



My room...

Doesnt look like much now...I'm not in a rush.