Waverly and I are all moved into our new place. She seems suspicious of everything and can't stop talking. Just like mama.
Nothing is really put together, just Waverly's spots are set up for her needs. I was more worried about her this whole time. I got a new fan for her because the big one I have is too ridiculous for a bedroom.
Everyone in the new house is very nice. Friendly, but not suspiciously friendly. They all said they were happy to see me and excited for me to be living with them. I thought that was weird. heh
Moving was terrible as always. I didn't think I would be able to do it. I kept having to give myself pep talks to keep going.
I kept finding tear drops falling randomly while moving a box. made things a little blurry.
Saying goodbye to Eizelle was easier than I thought. I thought I was going to breakdown in the street and not be able to move for days. dramatic much, maybe but I always plan for the worst.
I compare it to when my family dropped me off at college. My very first year. They were all I knew, all I loved and I didn't want to let them down. So I cried like a little baby as I watched them drive away. This was very much the same. We're more than friends, we're sisters. We may have different mothers but we have the same retarded humor, thoughts, and size (tried smuggling some clothes but was unsuccessful).
So thank you god for the sister I always prayed for when I was younger. Took a while but the best things are always worth the wait. <3
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