hmmmm...where to begin??? Sunday my mom just let me know that she's moving out and that I need to go over there and pack my shit. I don't think that's quite sunk in yet. I had lived there for around 11 years of my life...and now its just a thing of the past. Wow. So both Monday and Tuesday I've went over there to try to get my room done. It's actually kinda sad. I never imagined that my mom would ever move out of that place. And as much as I call it a 'hell hole'...it still holds alot of fond memories. As I was going through my room...deciding what things from my childhood I wanted to keep and what would now be trash...I couldn't help remembering all the memories linked to my once loved possesions and the place I once called home. hmm...kinda depressing...but I suppose it had to happen sooner or later. The worst thing about it is that I have a cat that stays over there and she won't have a home much longer. I brought her back from The Ozarks w/ me...and now I wish I had just left her there. At least she never would of gotten used to the luxury's of being a house cat. I can't bring her over here either...there's already like 9 pets. My mom is planning on staying at a hotel, inn, or whatever for a while. She will probably end up living there...because thats just the way she is. Of course they don't accept pets either. And even if so...it would be too expensive for her. I don't know what to do though. I feel horrible for my cat. I'll try to figure something out. And if not...life goes on.