I have a hard time sleeping. Just a lot of stuff is going through my head. It 4 am as of the posting of this. I'm gonna be going to a new place, starting over again. Growing up in a military family, I should be used to it. But I've lived in my previous home for somewhere around 6-7 years now. I've spent a decent portion of my life there, and I've made some of my most kick ass, friends there, fought through my parents very VERY aggressive divorce, found the first girl I can actually say I fell in love with, and much more. I've never had memories like these anywhere else. I just don't want to leave it. But I have to. It's tough.