March 29, 2020
I drove off my grandparents' property for the last time.
I'm upset that I didn't have a chance to take a moment and be upset as it was happening since I had to follow my brother to make sure the wood he had strapped to the top of his Jeep didn't go anywhere while he was driving.
He's much less sentimental than I am, so he just peaced out.
I had just enough time to snap one last picture of me looking back at the house I've been saying good night to every day for two+ months.
It doesn't make sense for me to go back without a reason and going back to be upset doesn't seem like a good reason.
I can be plenty upset from here. It just doesn't quite feel real yet since I was just there today. I think tomorrow being the first day I don't (can't) go to the house is going to really crank reality up to eleven for me.
I cannot articulate exactly how much I have hated all of this.
. . .