I went out to lunch with one of my friends today; upon returning to my house I walked into the kitchen and an explosion of boxes and packing material. Every cabinet was open and everything was being taken out of and bartered off by my mom into what was available to my brother and to myself.

I have thrown away so much that I have collected and kept over all the years. And it seems like for every bag of stuff I throw out, I end up having another bag of stuff to donate. Things are really starting to look bare.

I think my entire family, myself included, have started to lose our minds over packing up the house and moving out separately. We are all moving across various states and areas.

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