Mom filling up the truck in Grand Junction.
All of the stuff at my feet--it was a very full car.
The disgusting Provo traffic that greeted us when we arrived nine hours later.
Last night was hard for me because I knew the significant change the rest of my family was experience, while I was basically doing the same thing I've been doing for the past two years.
It was hard. It is hard.
It's just so different feeling like nothing is really too different for me this year. That's the only way I can think of to explain it, even though it doesn't make much sense. Mom's and Emily's blogs show a better sense of what they're feeling--everyone is scared and sad because of different things, different unknowns. The only thing I can think of to do is just press forward, knowing there's a plan.
Here's to another school year, the same and different all at the same time.