We're getting ready to move...in 2 weeks. It's a long story. We started this moving adventure in June, right before Andrew passed away. We focused on selling our place. Now we've sold it, lost out on five contracts and are getting ready to throw our stuff in storage and head to the parents house while we continue to house hunt. The other day I texted my husband the simple statement "I need xanax".
We started packing today and I feel so anxious about having to pack up Andrews room. We keep his door closed, but every night when I go to bed I check on Katelyn and then look in Andrews room. Sometimes I sit in the rocker in his room holding his teddy bear and think about what should be. I feel like when we move I'll be loosing that special place in our house that is just for him. I don't want to have to pack up his stuff, I'm not ready. I wonder if it would be wierd to unpack it at our new place...where and whenever that may be.
