Another hurricane is on the way. I've been thinking about moving home but didn't want to do it just because I'm running away. I've decided to go. I'm having a very hard time with it because this is not at all how I want to move, but my top priority has to be keeping as safe as I reasonably can. My life is always in God's hands, and He's ultimately the only safety there is, but I need to be prudent and also do what's best for my mental health. Florida is taking a beating, and I cannot afford to lose all the ground I've gained emotionally for the sake of physical stability. Mom is doing her level best to make this easy for me. I'm going to have to live without some things for a little while, but I'm looking into shipping what I can. Tomorrow could be a really crazy (and expensive) day. Tonight also promises to be pretty crazy with packing. I expect to come back and spend a week or so--hopefully around Christy's birthday but that depends on what the storms are doing. For now, I'm going through things and packing and purging, and that's very stressful. I'm feeling about like I felt when I was packing for my divorce, except that I'm not having negative feelings about my relationships with Christy or Amy. I just don't like to do things dramatically, and that's exactly what I'm doing.