wasted

I am so tired. We're in Birmingham with all of our stuff. So, so much stuff. I knew we had a lot, but there's just so much. It's so hard to get rid of, too--I know what it would take to replace. But we have to go through things--again--and decide what we REALLY need and what we can do without, and hope it's okay that we're leaving an enormous pile of boxes in Derrick's parents' basement.

I am so tired.