Mixed Emotions

45 days. 45 days until I need to be in Athens. Excited as I am to finally be starting vetschool, I'm sad to let some things go. Our first home, the only home our children have ever known and my family. I started crying packing up baby clothes yesterday. Why? I'm absolutely sure I do not want anymore children. I think it was more because of the finality of the whole process. Baby clothes gone (check), vet tech career over (check), entire life turned upside down (check). I do fine with change, really. But its the ending of things familiar that gets me all blubberly. I realize that new and wonderful things are going to replace those lovely old memories. But dang, like an old comfortable blanket, Im really go miss 'um.