The past two or three days have been a rollercoaster. Jadon and I are packing to move to Kemmerer Wyoming. We leave tommorrow on the 8th and there is still so much to do. I worked for a moving company and I never found myself trying to beat the clock. But here in my own house the list is endless and time is running out. It's also a very emotional time. I'm totally excited to be going to Wyoming, but I'm also trying to say all of my last goodbyes here in Iowa. I never thought of myself as a sentimental person, but suddenly I'm thinking things like, "this is the last time I'll walk down this road" or "what if I never mop this floor again" or "I wonder if I'll miss the humidity" (no actually I've never thought that last one). Anyways all of a sudden I'm thinking about it and it is a little sad, but yet there is to much to do to even stop and dwell on any of those feelings. So I have a feeling that once we load the budg
