Packing, and moving on.

Alright, so this week has been full of doing laundry, packing, and thinking. Packing i think is the hardest to do, because the more i pack, the more empty the room is, and the more I'm starting to wonder if I'm really doing the right thing. And as i pack, i start thinking....just thinking about my life, what I'm doing right, and what I'm doing wrong. Wondering if the church I'm at now is really the right church for me....Thinking about what friends are actually friends to me. Its just a whole big mess, but after this move, I'm hoping things will clear up. My family is still having a rough time with having their house being broken into, and my sister being pregnant. I'm not out there enough to really know all the details. I wish that some of my friends would actually listen to me when i talk, maybe it would save some headaches, and disappointment. The love I'm supposed to be falling out of is only getting deeper dispite my best intentions. Sometimes i wish i can just press pause on life, and take a look at whats going on, and think out what i should do. But the one thing i cannot stop is time, though it would by lovely if i could. I still have a lot to think about, and a lot to do. But as of right now, I'm just trying to go each day remembering that life is more then what I'm looking at right now, and I'm trying to see the big picture in everything.