or to my parents house.
The hardest part for me about moving out is grasping the concept that I have a new home. My parents house is not home anymore. I have my own home. I have my own place. I live somewhere else. It's just strange.
My mom cooked dinner yesterday and Joe and the girls came over. So naturally, I was right there with them. Usually, when the girls are there I have to escape to my room for a few minutes (they are too much sometimes), but not this time. The craziest part of the evening... when it was about 9-9:30 and I was ready to start widing down for bed (yes, I'm a grandma, get over it), and I had to drive back to MY apartment to go to sleep.
strange...
I'm sure I'll get used to it, I know I will, but until then....
AND I walked by my old bedroom, it was empty (naturally)... totally freaked me out.
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