It calms me down greatly. It’s still not hitting me that I’m leaving. In less than a month. THAT’S FREAKY! I’m going to be living without a source of food downstairs at all times. I won’t have my mom and dad there at the end of the night. I won’t have my bed. My movies. My TV. My knick knacks. My closet. Why am I going again? Life is starting to go by so...