Moving really sucks. but i think my dad describes it best in an e-mail to my aunt... It sure was a sad night Monday to walk arm in arm around our old home in Pennock at about 9pm in the moon light, stopping to view the wildlife area and pond. Soaking in all we could as the last time to be rightfully there. Knowing we will not make anymore memories at that house, but excited to know the new house will become home and offer new adventures. This is how i feel. i am excited and anxious to see what new oppertuities i will encounter while im there. but sad to know all the friends and people i have met here are there no more... Im afraid to move. Im scared the people here will forget me. i dont want tht to happen. its scary enough knowing i wont be here to experience all of my friends triumphs and tribulations with them and they wont be there to experience mine with me. thats who i rely on is my friends. One move is enough. try two. tougher. Now we're moving on to three. out of our rental house and into carlees cabin for a few weeks while we wait out the school year. Then another into the new house. Its not fun to think about.Not at all. (Why can't Dr. Seuss write a book about all this??)