Oh my gosh we're getting ready to move. We've started packing. We're not sure if we got the house 100% but things are in the final stages just waiting for a few things to get ironed out. My hubby thought it would be a good idea to start packing anyways.So we threw out a old couch that we aren't bringing with us and boy the change it really brothering me. It's just a damn carppie couch but I'm pretty close to having a PA over it. What am I ever going to do with all of the rest of the changes to come.  I don't get it. I've been doing better with my anxiety or so I thought I've started drinking coffee again. I've been thru a ton of personal changes latly my grandparents are in horrible shape. I went to a Haunted house for Halloween and handled that o.k. and actually had fun for the first time in a long time. But some how threwing out a dumb old couch rocks my world.  What the fuck!!