Worn me down

Tomorrow I'm leaving. It's kind of surreal that I'm actually doing this whole thing again. After my last experience I said I would never do it again. I figure if I survived the last job, this job should be easy. I just started packing, its not going very well. Packing away my things knowing that I'm going to be moving all the way across the freakin' country. I see the look on my Moms face and I can tell she doesn't want me to leave. I need to leave for me. Her health is not very good and I'm worried that somethings going to happen when I'm gone. I just can't sit here and wait for it to happen. Wish me luck.