It's weird that it's my last night here at home before I move and I'm not choked up. I'm not scared or sad or any other emotion. I think it's because I'm not really leaving home. Home is where the heart is, and for me, that's family, so because I'm staying with family, I'll be home. Simple! Dad and I went out to the Credit Union today so I could open up a checking account, and now I have several brand-new temporary checks. Pretty cool!

I'm driving down to Charleston tomorrow afternoon with most of my things. I alternate between feeling like I'm not taking anything and feeling like I'm taking too much. Plants, clothes, toiletries, computer, a few books, CDs, and movies, shoes...and that's it. Have I packed it yet? No, silly! That's for as soon as I get off the computer and convince Mom to let me out of going to the Tupperware party down the street.

Meanwhile, the yard has and is still undergoing some pretty extreme surgery. Dad works for an equipment rental company and was able to rent a Teramite (a mini-bulldozer), a ditch witch, and a bed edger, and the result is that many portions of the yard look like nothing more than big dirt beds. The front flower bed (the triangle in front of the garage) is completely gone. That area is now going to be part of the lawn. Quite a few large plants - camelias, gardenias, hydrangeas, and altheas - have been transplanted to other areas of the yard, and we're expecting about a 50% casualty rate. I'll have pictures sometime. For now, I have to pack.