Boxing Up My Life

So my parents came back from the Carolinas yesterday and so today we went through more crap and moved more stuff out to the garage. My dad brought down the mystery boxes from the attic. We had not see some of this stuff since 1999!!!
The highlights include:

1. My black suede Adidas Superstars still in excellent condition, the leather stripes just need some polish. And I still can wear them!!! That just shows how little my feet have changed. Seriously, I think I have had the same shoe size since 7th grade. Too bad I can say that for my jean size or especially my bra size.
2. My silver Barbie corvette
3. My rainbow brite dolls
4. A box of Danielle Steel hardcovers which had been chewed up by the infamous squirrel that finally died in our garage the while the rest of my family was in Ireland for ten days!
5. A king size feather mattress/comforter from Eddie Bauer Home. It just needs fluffed up other than that it is mint condition. I scored this for Sunshine cause I think that he would like it and my bed is way too small for his.
6. My little purple Smurfs duffel bag
7. My Rose Petals Board Game

Can you tell yet that I was born in 1980? I have gone through two of the boxes that I brought over. Tomorrow when I get up, I am going to go through the rest of the stuff that I piled in the garage and try to consolidate a little. I'm sure my sister will love that. She is experiencing eternal PMS. She is just in a constant bad mood and totally avoiding anyting to do with family. I think I'm just chronically tired.

My mom's 55th birthday is on Tuesday. I told her that we need to start lying about my age cause I'm going to be 27 in september. 30 is a dirty number to me. I just can not believe that I am almost 30. What the hell happened? Everyone at work tells me to shut up cause I'm so young but hell they are all 50 or over in my department practically. When those ladies were my age they were on their 3rd kids and second husbands. Major moves and family changes seem to make me really think about shit like that.

My parents did get the house. This is the first time ever that I wasn't involved in the process. There will be a guest room, but my sister and I won't have rooms there. There is a pool for the families living in their subdivision. Target is less than 1 mile from their new house and my mom says that it's closer than the grocery stores and wal-mart. A part of me is really struggling with this transition because I feel like my family is being ripped away from me. For the last eight years in exile, we stuck together pretty close. It is going to be so strange not spending Saturday mornings sitting in the living room with my mom and the dogs, the two of us working on some craft projects or debating types of yarn or fabrics. I really hate the idea of not having our dogs around. It sounds stupid, but I spent a lot of time with them, and even though they don't talk to you they do provide significant companionship.

I am really happy for them and I know I will have many fun times and adventures going out to visit them. I just wish I wasn't going through school, major job transitions and this whole move all at the same time. It's kind of a lonely time right now.

Oh gag. I just realized this whole post is like watching Oprah or one of those Barbara Walters where she makes the person cry and sometimes cries with them. I really am okay, I am just have a lot of emotions running through me. I think the theme song for today's episode would be "Come Undone" by Duran Duran.