MOVING DAY

As much as I try to shake it, I feel somber.

I tell myself this is a new beginning, an opportunity, a conscience decision to change my life...and that is the truth.

When life changes, you need to make the best of it.

I'd rather see the bright side.

My apartment is nice. The best part is that nobody will be messing with my stuff. Where I put it, it will be when I get back.

I know why I feel sad. I'm leaving my kids. Call it separation anxiety.