Oh boy, what can I say about moving day? Besides that it really sucks, that is.  Big move happens this Thursday. Just going a few miles away. Downsizing. Leaving tons of stuff behind. Hopefully nothing important will be left behind this time. I've lost so many things during previous moves: treasures from relatives who have passed away. My beloved  Grandmother had so many beautiful vases, glasses, punch bowl, long gone now. Broken by inconsiderate men. It's not theirs, not their family. What do they care? My house is gone now. It belongs to the bank. We tried so hard to pick up the pieces after mom died, tried to pay the mortgage payments that kept increasing. We've had this house since 1968. I was born in this house, and now its gone. We have to be out by 11-6. I feel so empty inside.

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