Now it's me, Taylor.
We are moving in twelve days. Like most people, I don't want to move. Most people are nervous about leaving but confident that they'll make new friends. Not me. I'm not sure yet. The packing is hard and tiring. I'm hoping to get away with just watching Christian - no actual packing. Probably not though.
Last night, Christian got into one of the boxes my mom had packed and found the nail polish. He now has nail polish on his hand. My mom was glad it wasn't on the wall too. That's not as bad as when Christian cut a hole in the brand new couch covers that my mom had bought to make our house look perfect so people would buy it.
Back to moving.
Most friends I won't see again. For example, the friends which our parents don't know each other. I might cross paths with them when I'm an adult and not reconize them. Luckly I'll see some friends again.
The only thing I'm excited about is the summer trip. I'll see lots of historical stuff. I am ready and prepared for the driving. I have lots of books, my Kindle Fire and books on tape. I'll never get bored. Besides, I'm an expert traveler which will make it a little easier. The bad thing is Christian is older than last summer when we went on a long trip and will probably be a little more bad. I mean crying and stuff. I'm excited to see Gettysburg, see where the Amish lived, ride horses in North Dakota, and slide on sand dune at White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. I never even knew that people could do that before. Sounds fun, don't you think?
Signing off. Taylor Huber.