Boxes anyone?

Alright. So. I am packing up my room, and I think it's finally hitting me.

I will not have a "home" for the next number of years. Sure, I can come to my parent's house, but I don't have a room - this is not my home. My next "home" will be the one my kids will grow up in, the one with my wife, the one I build. And that's a scary thought.

What's even worse is that I will not be able to take all my books. This is sadness.