Finally began packing tonight. I’ve been preparing myself for many goodbyes, but a sad farewell to my clothes wasn’t expected. I’m the hanger-hoarder at home, so as I whipped clothes off the racks, a giant pile of hanger remains began forming. Seeing the mess, my youngest sister alexandra said “yay!! more hangers for me!!!” Thankfully, she quickly added — “oh but no offense..i prefer you to the hangers.” Turned into an emotional puddle instantly. Trying not to miss these girls too much will be a huge challenge. What will I do without silly cat jokes and singalong home nights??