So…It’s the final month at Woodrow. The final 26 days. I have YET to pack. I’m not good at change. Specifically a FORCED change. This whole process has been eye opening. We have cried, fought, cursed, thrown tantrums, bonded with our neighbors, we’ve formed a pact. The four of us will never lose touch. That’s the one thing we can take away from our year and a half. We haven’t told anyone outside of our family (my family) and Carey’s Dad and StepMom. This is just so overwhelming. Having to pack your entire life. I know that we’ll be ok, I just want to get through this and move on. Wish us LUCK!!!