I kept to myself a lot of the days after the girl day with Momma J, I needed to start to pack up the house, and I just didn’t really want to see anyone.
I started with the pool house, that was easy, I decided I would keep the furniture that was in there, it could come with the pool house, whatever it was nothing special anyway.
Once the pool house was done, I made my way to the guestrooms that weren’t being used, the packed up the pictures and the sheets from the bed, everything else stayed.
October 29th
Once it came closer to the move date, we got a hotel, Paul and Denise said, they would pay for everything. I packed up the guestrooms the Jonas’ were living in, packed up my room, then the basement, I had sold all the games and the tv. Then came the living room, all the family pictures were packed, I wanted to keep the tv, I loved that thing.
The next room was my room. All my pictures, all my drawings, all my little knick knacks were put away, only got clothes that I would need and rest were packed in boxes. I grabbed all my cds and anything else I would while at the hotel.
Here came the hard part, my parents’ room.
I told everyone I wanted to be alone for this one. I needed to do this on my own.
I decided I would pack all my mothers things and send them to Hawaii so she could have them.
I got to my dads side of the room, and had a breakdown. His clothes still smelt like him, his pillow as well. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t pack his things. I didn’t want too. Everything would be too real. I wasn’t ready. But I needed to be ready.
I got up from the floor took a deep breath in and then out, and started to pack up his clothes, I stole some of his pj pants and his favorite beat up sweatshirt. I took his cologne, and took all of the pictures of me and him
It was finally over.
November 3rd
The moving vans came in and went out, the shipping the stuff to my mom, and brought everything else, like my dads clothing the bed sheets and stuff to the good will.
What was I going to do with it? I didn’t even have a place to live.
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I waited for the realtor and handed my key to her, with a weak smiled I walked down the drive away, looked at the house one more time, before I got into the cab.
One single tear rolled my cheek as I drove away.
