My parents/we are moving to Korea this summer. My parents and I have been cleaning and packing our stuff that we had for at least 17 years. At first, I was excited to get to go to Korea, but now it seems all surreal.
We pack and we uncover so many lost memories and treasures from the long years ago. We spend lots of time just looking at old photos and toys, recalling back all those dusty, happy memories.
But really, packing a house that we lived in for 10 years is hard. It just finally hit me, that this place that I am inside of will no longer be the place that I rush to after school. And so what.. it's just a building right?
But then there's Mr. Abbeyboy.
I love this dog. My dog. He's the most nicest and genuine living thing in this world. He guards my window at night and understands both Korean and English. <3
He can sit, down, play dead, roll over, shake hands, stay, catch, come, and be a great sport. He also eats a little bit of grass and looks and acts like a cow.
Thing is, as hard as it is, I'm ready to let go of College Station and our house, but I just can't and don't wanna let Mr. Abbey go. We're moving to Korea, which means that this 7-8 year old dog prob won't make the flight there as "cargo." Also, apparently we can't find space for him to live at.. cause my parents don't even know what jobs and places they'll be at. Korea is just not gonna be a happy Texas place that he's used to. So we really can't take him. He'll be happier here. So I'm looking for a new home here. I don't wanna go to college anymore. I'll live through this boring old life again until Abbey is like 20.
I thought I was a change-loving person. Just personally felt that with change, there are always some sacrifices. I don't like this change. For his sake.
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